Sagan

Edited down from its original incarnation as a two-part TV mini-series, the film in memory becomes a series of scenes with Sagan staggering about dropping drunken bons mots. Nothing can redeem this laughable material.

What really damns it as literary biography is that it gives you little incentive to go back to her books.

[The film] traps Franoise in a film so bland you would think it was depicting the lives of Isaac Funk and Adam Wagnalls and their attempts to publish a cheap, yet informative, encyclopedia.

This biopic, from respected film maker Diane Kurys gives Sylvie Testud a chance to channel this witty, amusing woman and let us think about her life. But it bustles along so fast my sympathy was only intermittently engaged.