
Tonight, I felt like I had found the golden fleece: two movies that will forever hover close to my permanent Top 10. They are "Seraphine" and "The Butterfly," both French, both available streaming on Netflix.
The writing (Martin Abdelnour and Martin Proust for "Seraphine" and Eric Bess and Mackye Gruber for "The Butterfly") and moviemaking in each are simply jaw-dropping.
"Seraphine" (from 2008) is the true story of a French artist (Seraphine Louis played by Yolonde Moreau) of the first third of the 20th Century, a woman who cleaned houses in middle age and painted because she felt it was God's calling. She made her own paint and put it on pieces of wood, creating works that were far ahead of her time and unseen until a critic Wilhelm Uhde (played by Ulrich Tukur) discovered her.
This is a quiet, slow story, full of atmosphere, depth and extraordinary acting and directing by, respectively, Moreau and Martin Proust. Hers is a quiet, methodical tour de force, one worthy in any year of an Oscar. This is a fulfilling movie, sad though it is, of a woman following her passion as if it were her religion.

Fulfilling movies in the best sense. What a nice evening this was. And to think that I had started out with the notion of watching Jean Reno crack some organized French criminals' heads.
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