Emma De Caunes

Glazed-over looks, naked flesh, inane philosophizing, and sand dunes announce that we're in Antonioni-land, circa Zabriskie Point.

The sum of Gondry's parts may be a hole, but the parts can be pretty darn clever and captivating.

Atkinson's over-the-top clowning is catnip for the wee ones, but adults will find it an acquired taste.

Qualifies as a masterpiece of sensual cinema and poetic subjectivity.