Farewell, My Queen(Les adieux à la reine)

The Hollywood Reporter by

Historical drama set in the early days of the French revolution is intelligent Euro eye candy at its most lavish.

Slant Magazine by Jesse Cataldo

Control is the operative element in Benoît Jacquot's work, with the main caveat being that when someone has it, someone else does not.

Wall Street Journal by Joe Morgenstern

The story refuses to combust; it's a strangely unsatisfying combination of bloodless observations and unresolved sexuality.

Variety by Justin Chang

A well-observed but emotionally muted costume drama that might well have been titled "My Week With Marie Antoinette."

Time Out by Keith Uhlich

Once the rote plot takes over - the tension brought on by the film's you-are-there verisimilitude quickly devolves into soapily overwrought theatrics.

The New York Times by Manohla Dargis

Benoît Jacquot's tense, absorbing, pleasurably original look at three days in the life and lies of a doomed monarch.

Village Voice by Melissa Anderson

The pleasure of Jacquot's film is in watching various strains of discreet, heated, and deluded passionate attachment performed.

Entertainment Weekly by Owen Gleiberman

Benoît Jacquot's film is shackled to a blah bourgeois leftism.

The A.V. Club by Scott Tobias

Working from Chantal Thomas' novel, Jacquot doesn't entirely scrape the gloss off this love triangle, which plays neither as a florid bodice-ripper nor as emotionally complex as it might have been. It stays on the surface, but at least that surface is gorgeous.

Movieline by Stephanie Zacharek

The picture coasts along quite nicely on the strength of its contemplative sensuality, its macaron colors, and the exquisite beauty of its three chief actresses, Léa Seydoux, Virginie Ledoyen and Diane Kruger. Oh, and there's nudity in it too, not to mention lesbian undertones – or are they overtones?