French director Jean Vigo’s 1934 feature (first and foremost, a film of striking images) begs to be seen in a decent print on a large screen. With its sexual frankness, documentary views of Paris and lurching story line, it seems very much like the first French New Wave film, 25 years ahead of its time.
Avant-garde director Raul Ruiz's vigorous attempt to imagine a viewable version of the Proustian world. Although he relies heavily on voice-overs, giving us large helpings of prose to guide us along, Ruiz has an arsenal of filmic devices to mingle with Proust's language.
With a trademark elegant simplicity, director M. Night Shyamalan's follow-up to The Sixth Sense shares many of that film's concerns, particularly when demonstrating how a shift in perspective allows for the perception of what would normally be hidden — with Samuel L. Jackson and Bruce Willis.
Ben Affleck and Gwyneth Paltrow have been skating along for so long on glib charm that their complex performances (in director Don Roos’ romance born from unexpected tragedy) come as a bit of a shock — but nothing flies too far afield from the expected.