Guillaume Nicloux’s Valley of Love is a starry two-hander with an extremely created high-idea premise which, maybe unavoidably, drives us accurately no place. Nicloux seems to have built up his undertaking by taking his on-screen characters and the interesting Death Valley setting as a beginning stage, trusting that a consummation would appear.
It has not been highly loved here in Cannes, but rather I discovered it halfway reclaimed by watchable turns from Gérard Depardieu and Isabelle Huppert. They have not showed up on screen together since Maurice Pialat’s Loulou in 1980, and Depardieu specifically gives a sweetly delicate and downplayed execution, his best for a few years. (The motion picture is, by the way, created by Sylvie Pialat, Maurice’s dowager.)
Dépardieu and Huppert play two French performing artists of a particular age and notoriety, a separated couple individually called Gérard and Isabelle; they could either be forms of themselves or possibly moderately aged renditions of the youthful characters they played in Loulou.