Going to see this tonight was honestly a bit of a dart-throw. It happened to be one of the films at the local cinema, starting shortly after the time when we said, "Hey, let's go see a movie." Sometimes, choosing a picture at random works out nicely.

_Colette_ is a nice ride. I can't speak to its biographical accuracy, but it only drags a bit near the end. For most of the runtime, it's a pretty riveting film. Going in, I knew it was 111 minutes long, but it didn't feel so. Keira Knightley's performance kept me interested, and many of the supporting cast earned my attention as well (particularly Denise Gough and Dominic West—though really, they were the only ones with very much to do).

From a technical perspective, I do have one burning question for Mr. Wash Westmoreland: These characters write novels in French, read newspapers in French, and reside in France. Yet, they all speak in English, with UK slang. Why? Not since Sir Patrick Stewart's portrayal of Jean-Luc Picard (_Star Trek: The Next Generation_ and subsequent films) ) have I been so puzzled by a supposedly French character. And in this film, _every_ character puzzles me in that way.

The screenplay is the only other item I really feel like addressing. It's not bad—obviously, it kept me interested—but it didn't stand out either. Right from the start, the message is obvious. There's no question what the movie is building up to. We know what's coming pretty much as soon as Gabrielle and Willy get married. It's obvious. That doesn't make it any less satisfying; just unsurprising.

I definitely enjoyed this one. It was worth going to see _Colette_. I wouldn't call it a masterpiece, but it sure ain't trash either.