Because its observational moments are so rich, its thematic bluntness becomes harder to accept.
The Three Colors trilogy looks more vibrant and mesmerizing than ever.
Sweat mostly adheres to a time-honored tale of the pitfalls of fame, despite its ultra-modern context.
The film isn’t so much about the moral atrophy of people who refuse to come to terms with their past as it is about cosmic karma passed from fathers to sons like an ancient curse.