How to review, as a person with only middling skills in the language, this 86-paragraph monologue in rapid-fire French about the inner life of Mary, Queen of Scots?

I don’t know if I would necessarily recommend the show to anyone in good conscience, but that’s not to criticize it. Rather, I would say it’s just a particularly demanding piece of media to take in - even if you aren’t hanging on the subtitles, it’s still, like, intense and avant garde - and two glasses of wine beforehand, I concede, did not help. I found it striking, rewarding, but niche and exhausting.

And if that’s how I feel, I can only imagine how taxing it is for Isabelle Huppert. She’s 71 years old and utterly tireless, and I have a hard time imagining anyone else capturing Mary this vividly. She is brilliant.