I like that it's in black and white. I think the black and white makes it work -- makes the "heat" work!

Here’s an accomplished Stranger for today, the story we wish [Albert Camus] had written, rather than the one he himself maintained he had.

By the time it closes with its unexpectedly mournful yet gently searing final frames, reinterpreting and expanding on the enduring source material one final time, it names all that Camus did not.

You'd almost call The Stranger languidly paced, if the story it was laying out wasn't so damned engrossing and giddily paradoxical.