"Everyone calls me a dreamer. My head's in the clouds. Could a real boy love me?"
in claude autant-lara’s gorgeously bittersweet sylvie et le fantôme, an unexpected love affair between the corporeal and incorporeal becomes an allegory for girlhood desire. a delectably ornate and tasteful cinematic creation, sylvie possesses many of the typical markings of classic french cinema that fell out of vogue during the french new wave: its uncritical focus on nobility, its literary roots, its formal elegance. perhaps…
