Time Out says
Touching on issues of proprietorial connoisseurship and class disenfranchisement, the film makes a tacit case for the marginalised as the truest source of creative worth. What’s particularly mesmerising, though, is how the sheer physicality of Yolande Moreau’s remarkable central performance – conveying the chapped realities of unrelenting toil – readily co-exists with its portrayal of Séraphine’s fiercely private spirituality. Director Martin Provost wisely chooses not to over-explain his peasant heroine’s exploits or milk them for thematic point-scoring or facile melodrama, instead approaching the material with the sort of transcendent simplicity a Robert Bresson or even a Maurice Pialat might have admired. His accomplishment is not just to suggest the limitless mystery of human possibility but to ennoble us by faith in its existence. Truly, a celluloid epiphany.
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