There’s not much to say about My Lady, and maybe that’s the point. They wanted to make a film where nothing happens and maybe get someone to discuss how life happens that so we don’t have to discuss how story has stopped happening.

The French title – My Lady – is uninspired and forgettable. And better than the English one.

I knew I was going to hate it from the trailer and I knew why. Like Battleship and all superhero films characters don’t do something…and then they do. Except in this case of dying by refusing treatment, they’re not even allowed the courtesy of their own desires. Man, I don’t even enjoy being wrong anymore.

It is an exercise is in the passive lack of tense. Characters don’t act or talk for a very long time and then one of them dies. I kinda want to leave it there, give the film the lack of attention it merits.

Just one thing: this is the film that pushed me over a very slight incline into the realization that 2018 is actually a worse year for film that 2011. Not by actual terribleness, but by sheer weight of incompetence. The death of a thousand final cuts.