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French director Benoit Jacquot tells stories with a strong command of the cinematic form, but he might as well be a psychoanalyst: He puts repressed characters in close-up while their unstated desires slowly come to the fore. Berlinale opener “Farewell, My Queen” demonstrates this penchant with particular acuity, exploring the burgeoning French Revolution not from the perspective of the Queen but her official reader–a natural side character given a welcome starring role.
French director Benoit Jacquot tells stories with a strong command of the cinematic form, but he might as well be a psychoanalyst: He puts repressed characters in close-up while their unstated desires slowly come to the fore. Berlinale opener “Farewell, My Queen” demonstrates this penchant with particular acuity, exploring the burgeoning French Revolution not from the perspective of the Queen but her official reader–a natural side character given a welcome starring role.
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