If i wanted a play, i'd go out and see one. To endure such a bore fest in this day and age, is too much. We still filming plays as if the theatre translated itself unto the screen? (and it does not). A group of brilliant actors let loose in a yawn-inducing play in a very uninventive play adaptation. Avoid at all cost.
Digital. To paraphrase Barthes, in "Mythologies", it's an acquired language as theater of life, that is, of life exposed as theater with the spectacle inserted and placed on life, with its own fixed rules of proposition and mythology. It's a freezing act, from which, after all, life is far away and cinema does not enter. It's also an act of contradiction: the naturalization of what can't be. Let's go for Rivette.