Vincent Lindon
A woman’s life spirals out of control when she becomes involved in a passionate love triangle.
Following a series of unexplained crimes, a father is reunited with the son who has been missing for 10 years.
Rodin portrays its titular character as a fiery genius who is much better interacting with lumps of clay than he is with human beings. For an artist biopic, this is both predictable and exhausting.
In Henry David Thoreau’s Walden, a treatise about the human condition, he wrote, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” For many people the work they do is pointless, only going far enough to provide limited sustenance while killing the spirit inside which yearns to be free. Naturally, this is nothing new.