White Turnips Make It Hard to Sleep

EdieEmm

Subtly captivating. Lang - or the uncannily unified Lang/Richard entity - does this thing where she's able to wrest nuance from the seemingly banal. Which, it turns out, is pretty much the exact same formula we use for giving meaning to existence. Which gives her films the same extraordinary quality of intimacy as a solitary moment of introspection. It's a risky directorial vision but, she's pulling it off... 3.5

SiIencio

Elegant and intelligent peek at the disintegration of a relationship. Salomé Richards is a tour the force to be reckoned with. And director Rachel Lang is appreciative of the subtle undertones that dot a relationship. Through understated dialogue the melancholic mood is accomplished, crumbling walls are knocked down and new life springs back from under the rubble.

Ludovic72

L'idée de reprendre le personnage d'Ana (du court "Pour toi je ferai bataille") s'avère excellente, car son évolution fait plaisir à voir. Il faut dire que Salomé Richard est craquante et très douée : voilà une actrice à suivre... Les situations et les dialogues sont tous crédibles et bien filmés (voir la magnifique séquence de soirée en appart), le rythme et la durée bien gérés. Enthousiasmant, au final !

Tja

The turnips appear only fleetingly - are they really high in vitamin C? - but the tempo and atmosphere is enchantingly French. A film technique apparently so naturalistic, but hard to emulate. Lang's getting my attention, but can she keep it in the full-length Baden Baden?

Ashley Spendlove

This second part of the trilogy is possibly the strongest, the core narrative providing an opportunity for us to connect more with Ana as she continues in her search for clarity about her identity and her future. It could easily feel inconsequential but Lang lets Ana breathe on the screen and Salomé Richard has that magical quality of seeming interesting just by standing there.

Madalina Ene

Hipster nonsense disguising the eternal theme of a stereotypically weak female. You won't find any "extraordinary emotional reach" in this one. Bleah.

Imago Vanitas

Young woman, smart and a bit ignorant, mature but indeed vital, drives his life safely and roughly as well. And during his middle upper class nietzschesquian journey, finds out an hindrance. His pale inmature platonian middle upper class pseudo-poet boyfriend, who suffers from a mommy love lack, which obliges him to tend to be a selfish childish scum. (...)

David R Williams

A near perfect film. Salomé Richard mesmerizes. I also learned that while the Japanese like gherkins, the Polish prefer cucumbers. And pistachio oil gets rid of sticky plaster marks.