All’s I can say is, I wish I liked Danièle Thompson’s portrait (ha!) of Émile Zola’s friendship with Paul Cézanne, Cézanne et Moi, better than I actually did. It looks great, as a movie about one of the great French masters of painting ought to, but it is, at the end of the day, just a frigging biopic that stumbles upon all of the normal “great man” biopic pitfalls you’d expect it to. It isn’t terrible, but it isn’t especially good, either, even if Guillaume Gallienne does rock a truly ferocious beard. I painted a pretty clear picture of what worked and did not work for me with this film over at Paste Magazine.
A Constant Visual Feast 