The film’s hard-won humanism belongs only to itself.
For all of the director’s willingness to explore his characters’ unexpected depths, he’s still hamstrung by his perpetually tasteful cinema-of-quality aesthetic.
Danièle Thompson’s skillfully executed comedy of manners is either deeply profound or insupportably shallow.
If the film is anything, it’s a gorgeous eyesore, and the image on the disc does justice to Schnabel’s over-direction.
The film is a textbook example of a director prizing himself over his material.