The camera loves Juliette Binoche and in this classy outing the camera is well served. The weather sweeps across a visage that is the pre-eminent visage of French cinema. Micro inflections, mild changes of focus, guttural pauses. All drive the narrative. All reach out and draw in empathy. Yes, there are others; the psychiatrist is stoic, inscrutable but fundamentally compassionate. The male leads are inconsequential and mono dimensional. But it doesn't matter. As for the plot? Well it has to do with social media. But ultimately it's a vehicle for a bravura performance by Binoche. See it and watch the weather.
Review of Who You Think I Am
