This movie does a really good job -- I think -- of capturing French philo culture's unique status as a truly popular phenomenon. The scene where Huppert's character anguishedly loses her fucking Levinas in the divorce feels incredibly real. And the discourse over book covers in the beginning is reflected throughout in the meticulous choice of books in pretty much all of the characters' shelves. But while the trappings of the time are put together well, the ominous avenir supposedly…
