chavel’s review published on Letterboxd:
Certified Copy is a negative emotions French film that solves no ills. An tetchy woman (Juliette Binoche) persuades an art historian (William Shimell) to spend the day out with her but the romantic prospects gradually decompose. You can’t accuse the dialogue for lacking pungency. But it’s too much of a bitter conceit watching these two switch turns at behaving like jerks, in which play acting has been used as the therapy gimmick (per my intuit interpretation) while the authentic version versus the imitation copy of these two is the director’s would-be big artistic provocation. Snore.