The festival survived the trauma of lockdown to demonstrate impressive potential this year.
It neglects to thoroughly conceive of Emma’s plight, instead making only sporadic gestures to it.
This is the grand culmination of having Paul Giamatti, the actor, and the money to produce your film.
In the end, it’s the profound existential questions that elevate Barthes’s film to pure artistry.
Sophie Barthes’s Cold Souls strives to affect the loony metaphysical spirit of Charlie Kaufman’s work.