Adjani is possessed in this movie. It is not one of those leisurely costume dramas in which people in beautiful costumes move through elegant rooms. Her eyes always look haunted.

Isabelle Adjani brings Claudel out of obscurity and into the light as a groundbreaking sculptor whose personal relationships eventually soured to the point where she became a shut-in living in a small room working night and day.

A film that's missing as much as it has leftover. [Full review in Spanish]

A big, wet, handsome picture, as sloppy as the mounds of clay from which the film's protagonist sculpts her twisted forms.