That a drop from the Jaws score wouldn’t be out of place on 22 July‘s soundtrack shows how tactlessly Paul Greengrass milks tragedy for titillation.
Dominique Rocher reinvigorates the zombie film only to succumb to the strictures of the coming-of-age romance.
Director Jacques Doillon’s shrewd ellipses emphasize time as a great and uniting humbler and thief.
A ghost story as much about the vanity inherent to international stardom as it is coming to terms with grief and death.
The film explores the extent to which Olivier Assayas’s characters have always found, and lost, their identities.
The film fails to lay down the character foundation that might have elevated the third-act histrionics.
The film is loaded with one moment of bliss, shock and awe after another as lives cross and crash into each other in the same spirited way the celluloid slows down.