based on the novel by patrick dewitt and directed by azazeljacobs, it stars pfeiffer as deliciously curt manhattan socialite, frances price. after her wealthy husband dies, frances is forced to sell up and decides to move to an apartment in paris with her grown son malcolm, played by lucas hedges. there's also a key role for a pet cat, so this is a fittingly feline move for the former catwoman. what's she paying you? paying me? aren't you her gigolo? oh, god no. that's my mother. it's not clear exactly when french exit is set, but the transatlantic ship journey to paris lends a pleasingly old—fashioned flavour. in fact, this emerges as the strongest sequence, despite one or two amusing set pieces later. frances clearly finds her son's complicated love life rather dull and i would have to agree, although i did enjoy an understated turn from danielle mcdonald as a psychic he has a one night stand with. i've only been unlucky, but i have a sense that this will change suddenly and permanently. anyway, that's what i tell myself. but this is pfeiffer�*s show. she brings a seductive quality to