Last of Krzysztof Kieslowski's trilogy of films named after the colors of the French flag (last as well, so he announced, of his entire career, unless he should discover the Jamaican flag). And insuffiently different from the preceding pair. Hyperintense, self-conscious, straining, arty. The new cast of characters, driven by the director's postulations on chance and coincidence, have little latitude to behave like ordinary human beings, even the one played by so superlative an actor as Jean-Louis Trintignant. The one played by Irene Jacob, she of the elevated eyebrows and wistfully furrowed forehead, was hopeless from the start. They are all photographed in half-moon light, and in an exorbitant number of profiles, some of them total silhouettes. And of course there are the anticipated daubs of the titular color: red book jacket, red jacket, red sweater, red photography-studio backdrop, red traffic light, red car, row of red cherries in the slot machine, and so on. The ending ties up the three films in such manner as will feel rewarding to anyone who has run the entire race and who also is the sort of person prone to feel rewarded by the prize in a Cracker Jack box. (1994) — Duncan Shepherd
This movie is not currently in theaters.