Céline Sciamma’s effortlessly touching film Tomboy gets its message across in so many subtle ways that the one moment of deliberate directorial flourish leaves you suddenly adrift. Having made a point of regarding Laure, the ten-year-old girl in the process of passing herself off as a ten-year-old boy, with a minimum of nervous excitement and plenty of Gallic égalité, the camera suddenly deserts her. In her moment of keenest need it swings away into the trees for a bit, where the natural world rolls on. Eventually it wanders back to find that Laure has rolled on too. Poetry for the eyes.