The films in this collection have been given satisfying transfers and some eye-opening supplements.
Un Ange Passe works on a model of long, uninterrupted takes on the faces of its characters, subdued and wistful.
Most problematic is the way in which the Vietnamese are romanticized, as if they had not fought for their livelihoods and land, visceral and specific, but for ideals alone.
If there’s one thing that’s genuinely surprising about Philippe Garrel’s new film it’s the lack of feverish urgency that its title promises.
A modest package for a less than explosive French New Wave curio.
Though lighter on her feet than Jacques Rivette, Valeria Bruni-Tedeschi does not recognize the abstract in the real.
Three hours plus is a high price to find out that not every European TV miniseries can reach the heights of The Best of Youth.
Jean-Daniel Verhaeghe’s film remains ponderously stuck in lesser Merchant-Ivory territory.
Kings and Queen is at once Arnaud Desplechin’s most straightforward and scattershot creation.