A film I have trouble reviewing, because it does not have any hallmark or superior element I can hang my hat on and point to. A film that's well-made, but not well-made toward any aim I can easily decipher. I'm sure if you squint hard enough, there's more to be found.
Somehow Pialat and Breillat manage to make it feel as though there is no structure to what we are seeing and yet unravel a variety of different narrative strands. A very powerful film as always and Depardieu is great. As an added note, I'd love to see L' Enfance Nue here, as I missed it the first time round! :)