A whale bit my legs off and all I got was sex with a musclebound Belgian
By Devin D. O’Leary
It’s possible the ailments afflicting the French drama Rust and Bone are not the result of anything culturally specific. They could simply be the the sole artistic bias of writer-director Jacques Audiard, with no reflection on his fellow, Sorbonne-educated countrymen. But damned if—in their dark, existential, ennui-riddled self-importance—they don’t feel oh-so-French.
Our neighbor to the north hopes to lure film lovers to the City Different for the 13th annual Santa Fe Film Festival. The viewing party unfolds Dec. 6 through 9 at a number of venues including The Screen, the Center for Contemporary Arts, The Lensic Performing Arts Center and the New Mexico History Museum.