French Exit

Review by Charles Bramesco @intothecrevasse

Directed by

Azazel Jacobs

Starring

Lucas Hedges Michelle Pfeiffer Tracy Letts

Anticipation.

A hodgepodge cast tackles an out-there premise under a so-so director.

Enjoyment.

Pfeiffer carries this transatlantic trifle.

In Retrospect.

Jacobs achieves a handful of indelible moments within an uneven whole.

This dour transatlantic farce about a widowed New York socialite who relocates to Paris is a lesser literary adaptation.

Michelle Pfeiffer moves through Azazel Jacobs’ new film French Exit like a snow leopard, prowling and snarling and glaring while inclement conditions rage all around her. She plays Frances Price, a recent widow left with a sum of money far too finite to sustain the uptown Manhattan lifestyle to which she’s grown accustomed.

After a friend offers to put her up in a Parisian flat sitting unused – a windfall of privilege straight out of Nora Ephron, and an early hint to the tony pleasures in store – she collects her son Malcolm (Lucas Hedges) and sets a course for the Old Continent, where she can implode with flair.

Frances’ life goes on a magnificent downward spiral during her time in the city of lights. She burns through her stacked reserves of cash along with the goodwill of the people surrounding her. It’s hard to know whether she’s always been the sort of person who starts a small, controlled fire to get the attention of a waiter ignoring her, or if the death of her husband (Tracy Letts) made her a cattier and more vindictive version of herself.

Either way, she’s a specimen to behold as she treats everyone in sight with a delicious contempt, none more so than the lonely neighbour (Valerie Mahaffey) so starved for human contact that she befriends the visibly not-into-it Frances. Pfeiffer makes for a diverting grand dame, to the point that we can see why someone would want to share her presence even as she treats them like merde.

Their odd bond takes up limited space in a plot surprisingly crowded in spite of the low-key vibe Jacobs cultivates. Malcolm has a fiancée back in the States (Imogen Poots), who doesn’t take her deadbeat boyfriend’s sudden disappearance all that well.

A private investigator (Isaach de Bankolé) lands on the Price bankroll, assigned to find the sardonic fortune-teller (Danielle Macdonald) that Malcolm ran into on the boat over. She’s the only one capable of communing with Small Frank, the little black cat now acting as a container for the soul of Frances’ late spouse. The leisurely sort of bustle gives the impression of a rather dour farce, in particular when everyone convenes for arguments and party games.

The business with the cute kitty speaking in the sonorous tones of Tracy Letts is of a piece with a more general atmosphere of eccentricity, imported as directly as possible from Patrick deWitt’s source novel. This is one of those movies that announces its literary origins by filling the characters’ mouths with prose airlifted right from the author’s pen, dialogue that, in this instance, plays better on the page than aloud.

Every third attempt at some flourishing witticism or poetic profundity lands with a thunk, though that does leave a goodly proportion of hits to misses. (Upon learning that his paramour has gotten engaged to another man, Malcolm deadpans, “You can’t get engaged again. That’s polygamy. That’s illegal. You’ll go to jail.”)

The characters’ speech, an alien’s best attempt to approximate chatter in the English language, stands out as the most distinctive element of what would otherwise be a showcase for the estimable talents of Pfeiffer. She sells the gravity of her grief and self- destruction, even as it’s situated in a work intent on evoking the feather-lightness of recent Woody Allen in its music, cinematography and milieu.

Published 29 Jun 2021

Tags: Azazel Jacobs French Exit Lucas Hedges Michelle Pfeiffer Tracy Letts

Anticipation.

A hodgepodge cast tackles an out-there premise under a so-so director.

Enjoyment.

Pfeiffer carries this transatlantic trifle.

In Retrospect.

Jacobs achieves a handful of indelible moments within an uneven whole.

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