made in monaco

Preposterously belated completeness-only mention of two reviews by me at Critic’s Notebook:

Grace of Monaco, a key text in the current phase of impotent biopics which dares to subvert the limitations from within; or proof that there’s nothing to be done with real people in narrative cinema any more. You decide.

The Young and Prodigious T. S. Spivet, which might be the moment at which, after many years scowling at each other in the kitchen, Jean-Pierre Jeunet and I are through.

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