With his Deception, Desplechin renders one of a great author’s slighter works titanic by comparison.
The film ultimately trades its main character’s account of her own suffering for her therapist’s pathologizing assessment.
Ismael’s Ghosts simultaneously collapses and expands Arnaud Desplechin’s entire body of work.
Arnaud Desplechin tries his hand at a coming-of-age tale with My Golden Days, and does so with equal doses of mature reflection and youthful impetuosity.
Too often the film seems to struggle in making its interesting ideas apparent, leaving them stranded beneath the dry surface of an otherwise ordinary procedural.
Four Lovers never moves beyond moments of erotic spectacle to become truly sexy.