
If there was ever a film that felt genetically engineered to play exclusively at European film festivals, it’s Olivier Assayas’ Clouds of Sils Maria. Like, I’m passionate about complex characters in fiction, but not like Juliette Binoche’s Maria. That’s the distance I feel with Maria, an acclaimed film and stage actress, grappling with the defining work of her career and how it relates to her age. I’m not an actor, but I can never imagine becoming so entwined with my art that it feels like torture. That must be why they call them “tortured artists.”







