A last–minute HE choice, Emmanuel Marre’s Notre Salut (A Man of His Time) begins screening at 3 pm. I was told it’s a must-see, that buyers are circling, etc.
6 pm update: My source gave me a bum steer. The flatness of this French-produced WWII film is almost surreal. For me, Notre Salut — a 155-minute, snail’s-pace film about a bureaucratic Vichy government mouse, a mild-mannered, Petain-admiring, ass-kissing go-along who plays the proverbial game with the German partners — was and is eternal nerve gas. It’s one of the most boring, mystifying, inexplicably soul-stifling, ghastly and incomprehensible films I’ve ever seen in my life…FLATLINE!
