Funny, wry, emotionally potent, and like most films by Hirokazu Kore-eda operates on multiple levels -- usually some kind of domestic tragicomedy under which lies profound existential disquiet.

The Truth has flaws, and it feels small-screen to me, although I suppose that's true of every movie that comes out right now. But Catherine Deneuve is a total delight as the fabulous, frank Fabienne.

Using compassion and the slightest touch of syrup, Kore-eda brings his characters to a place where they realize with shock that they're finally on the same page.

While The Truth isn’t as immediately impactful or heart-wrenching as Kore-eda’s other work, it still remains a delightful, introspective escape into the linked worlds of family and film, anchored by two commanding performances.