French drama in which a filmmaker's life is disrupted when his wife unexpectedly returns after a twenty year absence.
Apparent prestige gives way to self-indulgence in a confusing and unconvincing French drama.
This director's cut might smack of self-indulgence, but it also says much about love and loss and the language of an artform that flirts with realism while remaining an illusion.
To nobody’s surprise, Desplechin keeps a lot of plates spinning effortlessly.