Most serious European directors would never admit it -- they'd say it's a form of movie idolatry endemic only to Hollywood -- but they love to stargaze. They will put an attractive actress on-screen for 1 1/2 hours and mostly . . . just . . . watch . . . her. She poses at a window, she listens to the phone ring; in a moment of high agitation she may drag on a Gauloise. A vision of dyspeptic distress, she is a modernist pinup for the monastic voyeur behind the camera. When the woman is lovely, pouty Juliette Binoche, and...
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