Becomes such a difficult watch in the final third that you almost forget how borderline Austen-like the first third was. A movie as much about being born to a world that does not accept you for who you are as it about filling your life with art to drown out the darkness. Davies as usual has an impeccable eye, and the understatement of the direction is notable in comparison to Sunset Song, but I couldn’t help longing for that film’s sweeping arc and, in its own tragic way, the messy beauty of a life lived instead of a work produced.
Great animation and a clever premise aren't entirely successful because of an average plot. This is still a very good animated film, and I've been extremely impressed with what the French are doing with the medium over the past two decades.
I should also note that this probably would be improved by the French audio track, which unfortunately is not an option on Netflix.