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Pieces Of A Woman, is proof that arthouse filmmakers still haven’t tired of exploring grief.
Wéber’s writing and Kirby’s performance, working in concert with Mundruczó’s dazzling, multifaceted direction, Howard Shore‘s gorgeously mood-appropriate score and, again, Loeb’s drifting, searching, soulful camera together create, from so many disparate pieces, an entirely complete portrait, that even suggests further internal universes still to be explored, universes every one of us contains.
As fragmented as its title suggests, Pieces of a Woman contains parts of a good film, possibly a great one.