A Prophet (Un Prophete)

Saw this last night at the Angelika in the smallest theater ever. I shouldn’t have caught it so late in the day, but to complain about something like its runtime would be bananas. You know the guy who did The Beat That My Heart Skipped knows his business, and he proves it again. It reaches for a lot; too much, but it grasps everything.

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