French cinema used to enjoy a worldwide reputation for intelligent, complex films which cast a shadow over the trite banality of everyday life. Resnais, truffaut, Chabrol, Godard and a host of antecedent greats made french cinema a world leader. That tradition was taken forward by Tavernier but stops stone dead with this frockhorror.
It languishes in its own importance, smug about its many filmic references, pleased that it is a film that looks like a play (the Mousetrap with music), but with all the substance of candy floss.
The question I came out asking is why did so many otherwise excellent and discerning actresses agree to take part in something that will diminish not enhance their collective reputations. This tried to be clever and sophisticatedly knowing and simply did not work. Don't bother going.
It languishes in its own importance, smug about its many filmic references, pleased that it is a film that looks like a play (the Mousetrap with music), but with all the substance of candy floss.
The question I came out asking is why did so many otherwise excellent and discerning actresses agree to take part in something that will diminish not enhance their collective reputations. This tried to be clever and sophisticatedly knowing and simply did not work. Don't bother going.
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