The movie's disparate elements are unified less by the plot than by Rudolph's distinctive, rhapsodic style, with its sinuous long takes and archly elusive performances.

A movie that makes an afternoon with Gertrude and Alice more boring than a faculty tea.

It takes place at that enchanted moment in Paris when the Lost Generation created itself and then proceeded to create, promote, fabricate and publicize modern literature, art, music and attitudes.

A kind of aberrant fascination. [Full review in Spanish]