Catherine Deneuve and William Hurt. A letter read in rain. A decision. Painting and a photograph. A lost love, maybe a new one. A film of actors more than defined by story. Because their art resurrect old nostalgies, regrets, need and exercise of new chance of viewer. A charming film for fair sketches of loneliness and traits of mature love from attraction. And, sure, for few scenes , dialogues , for end to, defining a lost manner to define reality.
Review of Nearest to Heaven
