Scott Marks 5 p.m., March 13
Old man paints young boobs. Well, not the boobs themselves, but rather, pictures of the boobs. Also, the young lady attached to them (a tempramental Christa Theret). Of course, when the old man is Renoir, and the setting is the impossibly beautiful French countryside, the enterprise feels a bit classier. Still, the decaying artist (a captivating Michel Bouquet) does not put on airs; for him, flesh is what matters — a principle worth a fierce defense. He has rather less regard for his son's devotion to his WWI comrades in arms. (The son also likes the young lady's boobs, a fact that she intends to parlay into a film career. Plus ca change.) Lovely to look at, but less lovely to think about: father and son soaking up love, devotion, and everything else from a feminine coterie. And in return? Well, it's a living — until it isn't. 2012.
— Matthew Lickona