Frozen

Naturally, I had hoped to be able to avoid going to see Lasse Hallström’s sickly-sweet Chocolat. After The Cider House Rules, indeed, I hoped never to have to see another movie by Hallström. But when Chocolat was nominated for a Best Picture Oscar I resigned myself to the necessity of having to waste two hours…

Class struggle in the French cinema of today

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Only a child of the 1960s could have thought of the idea of trying to make Bob Crane into a tragic hero — or come as close as Paul Schrader does to succeeding.

A festival of unashamed Hollywood fakery by a director who ought to know better

If I should happen to mention that the music in Mon Homme by Bertrand Blier consists entirely of selections by Barry White and Henryk Gorecki, you may get some idea of what a mess the picture is. At one level, it is, as are many of Blier’s earlier films, a masculine fantasy. The heroine is…