Lions Love has a graceful surface, but it lacks a sense of the fitness of things -- and I don’t mean empty proprieties but true sensibility.

More than a time capsule of events and moods-it's a living aesthetic model for revolutionary times.

The result is a pleasant, sometimes humorous blend of style and technique that ultimately is unsuccessful.

In Lion's Love Agnes Varda goes from the intellectual coldness of the French school to the dull, cold films of Warhol.