The great lady in black of the French song inspires Mathieu Amalric with a biopic sketch in the form of a declaration of love. Sublime.
As it is difficult to pin down the singular charm of Barbara’s words, melodies and voice, it is equally perilous to sum up the poisonous and heady beauty of her weird biopic. This is perhaps the most striking proof of the success of Mathieu Amalric’s daring venture. Cleverly refusing to yield to the agreed cinematographic hagiography, the actor-director composes a very modern elegy, a succession of moments, a sum of dotted lines which draw in an impressionist way the complex and mysterious silhouette of the singer.
Pas De Merde 