This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Portrait of a Lady on Fire was my first visit to the cinema in 5 months. I had been awaiting for Mr. Nolan’s surly swashbuckler to welcome me back to the picture house, but boy am I grateful it was Céline Sciamma who received my first post pandemic ticket stub.
This film ploughed though me in a way I have not felt since I first saw The Master in 65mm at the ArcLight Dome in Hollywood in 2012. Portrait…