If you read all of these columns, you may have spotted a recurring theme: “watching old movies my mum got me in to because I’m scared she’s going to die”. To this, I would add another habit: “sharing music videos from my youth to get through the weekend alone with my primary school-age child”.
Both ideas feed into the plot of Petite Maman, Céline Sciamma’s beloved film in which a little girl befriends another girl of the same age in the woods behind her recently deceased grandma’s house, before discovering her playmate is actually her mother as a child.
