Adroit, cleverly plotted, though relying too much on the myth of American innocence and the basic nobility of our motives, the first episode handles serious themes with well-calibrated humor. The leads were heavy-handed at times, but some of the smaller parts, above all Morgane Ferru (who, frustratingly, seems to appear in only this episode - acting of her calibre is a shame to waste), ring as true as any I have seen in recent film. The use of the yellow dress is ingenious; I expect it won't be the last I see of it. And the art direction deserves mention: the end credits are wildly imaginative; stay at least for the first half - you won't regret it.
Review of Transatlantic
