My Sex Life... operates on a logic of occlusion and expulsion, the frame crowded and held—until the tears and the blood and a shower rain down; Kings and Queen, despite a continued affinity for long lenses and their resultant density, jumps through spaces, cuts frequently, feels more frantic, violent, locomotive. We might say, finally, that Kings and Queen is (like My Sex Life..., I suppose) about what it takes to get mobile in the world—and Desplechin's continued answer may remain magnanimity.
Ryland Walker Knight
November 8, 2008