There’s a very good chance that the love of Isabelle’s (Juliette Binoche) life will always be someone else. The divorcee goes through men quicker than Billy Jack could kick apart a patient procession of would-be attackers, and that includes her ex-husband (Laurent Grévill). There’s the piggish banker (Xavier Beauvois), whose cruel arrogance she finds a self-destructive turn-on. Her fling with a broodingly handsome actor (Nicolas Duvachelle) plays out, fittingly enough, on a stage. Then there’s Gerard Depardieu who, not unlike a hulking latter-day Brando, plays his part from a seated position, bathed entirely in shadow. To reveal his character’s occupation would take some of the sting out of the film’s hilarious curtain scene. Audacious auteur Claire Denis never once feels the need to criticize her lead character; Isabelle does a good enough job of it as is. Color me guilty of woefully lacking the sufficient amount of Denis in my cinematic diet. They’re saying this is the closest Denis has come to a romcom. If this is a romantic comedy, WTF has Katherine Heigel been getting away with all these years? (2017) — Scott Marks
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