Moodily etched by Tobias Datum’s low-lit photography, Frances and Malcolm’s Paris escape is enlivened – and her icy hauteur thawed – by the oddballs who move in with them, including Mme.

There's no ostensible plot. Just scenes. And a running gag about the reincarnated soul of the family cat. And not one, but two aggressively unfunny "comedy" seance sequences. An endurance test.

It's the kind of format that works as long as the characters aren't all completely unbearable - which is, alas, not the case here.

French Exit is the perfect mixture between drama and extremely dry humor. Michelle Pfeiffer exudes elegance with every scene she's in, and Lucas Hedges plays his usual endearing, supportive character.