A good transfer of a masterfully made, if somewhat slight, film.
The death of Claude Chabrol inevitably saddles Inspector Bellamy, the prolific French New Waver’s final feature.
Cornillac’s a veritable cretaceous martyr, man. Why can’t I look away?
The film suggests what might happen if you threw Moulin Rouge and Amélie into the same high-speed blender.
Call it Through a Glass Fatuously.
The image is gorgeous, the sound is astonishing, and the supplemental materials are solid.
The film leaves the enduring impression that carnival barker Jean-Pierre Jeunet has run out of new ideas.