If there is one film I could call pretentious and indulgent it is "Dix-Sept Fois Cecile Cassard." The whole 1:45 running time of this film is one long, slow and episodic telling of the depression suffered by a woman after her husband dies presumably for her. There are scenes which very long-winded and even tense, but several lead to absolutely nowhere, like Cecile walking along then into the river, or her son fixing the toys in the play room. You absolutely do not understand what this woman Cecile is thinking of or why she is behaving so bizarrely. The music used is very good and some camera angles are quite imaginative, however the rest of the movie is just one pointless waste of time.
Review of Seventeen Times Cécile Cassard
