France

We’re accustomed to Dumont leapfrogging from one genre to another, but he has seldom attempted so many swerves and shifts as he manages here. France, like the director, makes for a pleasing guessing game.

Doughty Léa Seydoux does her best with this toothless and tedious media satire, but not even two hours of verklempt close-ups can save a movie with so little to say.

France is watchable, if not subtle, but the picture labours its message with an overstretched running time and an oddly anticlimactic structure.

Thanks to her [Léa Seydoux's] performance, France is never less than intriguing. But it’s also extremely hard to get along with – a broadcast-news parable whose sense of purpose keeps fuzzing in and out.

Whatever its flaws, this movie provides fans of French star Léa Seydoux with a treat.

Something here feels lost in translation. "France" is like trying to complete a puzzle when one of the pieces is missing.

France, the protagonist and film, is anarchic, unstructured, unstable, sometimes hilarious, sometimes terribly banal, and other times intelligent. [Full review in Spanish]

Léa Seydoux takes us through a hard-bitten contemporary world where truth changes from one minute to the next and tragedy has become an Instagram filter, a godless mystical XXI century. [Full review in Spanish]

France is a bold move but hardly a successful one.

Dumont's mansplained femme fatale nation. And whether France the country or its failed female metaphor, all dressing literally and no substance politically, and nowhere to go. And fictitious scenario media and moviemaking alike, going along to get along.