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Full disclosure:
Jimmy P. is the first Arnaud Desplechin film I've seen, so I wasn't able to weigh it against the French director's other lauded achievements. That said, I think that looking at the film with fresh eyes may have made me more open to its particular strengths than those downgrading it for not being Desplechin'y enough. I first saw the film at the end of a viewing-heavy week at the New York Film Festival, where I fell asleep. From what I did see, I had a sense that the dozing was my own fault and not the film's. Luckily, my
suspicions were confirmed.
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