Tag: My Life as a Courgette
It’s been maybe the poorest week for film all year. Some good films came out too, but the art houses and the multiplexes all full of shit.
It’s a light film, gentle and composed in a way that leads it to fly through its running time. Don’t mind it though, 66 minutes is the right length for this thing, the quiet confidence it expresses, its insistence in finding the meaning in the small tender moments in these lives is magical, all that would be gone in a longer piece.