I was really disappointed with this film. Or rather, parts of this film. Agnes Varda calls it a portrait of a woman painted onto a documentary of 1960’s Paris. The documentary part I like (the scene in the hat store is absolutely brilliant, and one of my favorite scenes of anything), but the story, especially the ending, is ultimately too cheesy for my liking. Basically, Cleo just runs around being a major bitch and suddenly realizes the meaning of life and falls into an unconditional and unbelievable romance. But it’s a movie that I can’t hate simply because of the amazingly gorgeous cinematography.

EDIT: I have pretty much completely changed my mind. This is an incredible film. The story is a little annoying, and I really dislike the last 10 minutes, but everything else is so great. Sorry, Mubi.