A movie about a professional oral reader (Miou-Miou) does not promise to be much of a movie. And accordingly the moviemaker, Michel Deville, has made sure that her clientele conforms to a standard of eccentricity matching that of the clients in Belle de Jour. (Not an altogether inapt reference point: the reader's services here encroach at times on a call girl's turf; and even at best she shows less fondness for literature per se than for the sound of her own voice.) The story is framed as a story-within-a-story to help insulate against any nonsense (and some of the characters in the inside story enact another story inside that one); and then the whole package is wrapped up in an air of forced breeziness, forced chipperness, forced mirth. (1988) — Duncan Shepherd
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