We went to see The Beat That My Heart Skipped at the Renoir on Tuesday. It’s a pretty good film and even if it weren’t it would be worth seeing for the heart-warming array of rotten teeth and chain-smoking on display. I think it’s obligatory in modern French cinema for the hero at a point of particular tension in teh story to tear the filter off his cigarette before lighting it. It telegraphs to the dumber members of the audience that things are ‘getting serious’ and that Jean-Paul or Phillipe needs an extra nicotine hit to get through them. A much better film than either Matchpoint or The Constant Gardener (in case you were thinking of going to see either of them).