Like a Monet garden scene, Colette is a lovely period piece, more art than fire. The always beautiful Keira Knightley (how does she look so young!) embodies the turn-of-the-century writer/performer as she explores life and emerges from her husband’s shadow and control. To me, Dominic West’s role – and its contrast with Jonathan Pryce’s in The Wife – was the point of interest. I thought he was a somewhat sympathetic character (Siri didn’t); he certainly could have been painted worse, more Munch than Monet.