A misjudged performance from the star is one of many bum notes in an irritating and indulgent story of rich people becoming less rich
In the last act of this year’s New York film festival closing entry French Exit, a character whom we’re supposed to despise tells a room full of misfits whom we’re supposed to love (or at the very least find vaguely interesting): “I don’t like you people.” With that he leaves in a huff and we’re left wishing we were off with him, a merciful release from a torturous trifle of a movie filled with people who are very, very, very hard to like.
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