He may wear a big teddy bear coat, but a monster lurks beneath. In PASSAGES Ira Sachs flips Franz Rogowski's usual longing innocence into a heel turn as an artiste with an emotionally voracious black hole of at his core.

It must also be said, the costume designer brought an attitude of "OUI, PLUS!", Adèle Exarchopoulos is the only grown-up in the room, and Ben Whishaw fucks.
("I'm just recovering from seeing my bum ... so enormous and exposed")