The movie's deathblow is the casting of poet-artist Miss Ming as Mammuth's affectless niece, whose twee verse and sculpture make Miranda July seem like a bearer of gravitas.
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They've given their star one rotten peach of a role, and Depardieu makes the most of it. Because of him, such surreal Gallic scuzziness has rarely seemed so sweetly tender.
A quirky road-trip movie with things to say. A return to form for Depardieu too.
Too limp and scattershot to warrant anything stronger than indifference.
A wearisome mix of miserableness and dark humor.