As small a film as I've seen in years, but massive in its emotional scope and romanticism. With only four speaking parts (none of them male) and almost exclusively set in a sunlight drawing room, a basement kitchen and a lonely beach, it's tempting to thing that Portrait of a Lady on Fire narrative and logistical simplicity would translate well to the stage. But writer/director Celine Sciamma and her two incredible leading ladies infuse the film with so much unspoken…

Given the pulpy premise and low budget, I was not expecting something this grueling and earnest. A bit formless at the start (it's less than 90 minutes and could probably stand to be even shorter), but by the time it zeros in on it's ultimate aims, it's pretty gripping.

I feel like Olivia Wilde doesn't get enough credit. Granted, she's mostly in bad stuff, but she always delivers. She's raw here in a way that would probably garner more praise…