Sunday, February 08, 2009
I, Pierre Rivière, Having Butchered My Mother, My Sister, and My Brother…
I have no place reviewing this film. I fell asleep. It wasn't that it was bad. I am just a sleep-deprived mom. The part I saw was tres francais and a little bit weird. Did I mention it was long? And dark and warm in the theater? And there was no baby crying or wanting to nurse? Pure heaven.
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Long, slow yet strangely engaging. I'm really glad I didn't live in rural France in the 1830s.
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