As our nation's hissy fit over Gallic weaselhood enters its sixth month, it's comforting to know that some Americans are still flying their Francophilic colors at full mast, even if it's only the folks at Merchant Ivory. The lit-duo's latest exercise in transatlantic culture clashing tells the story of French and American families at war over the remains of a dissolved marriage—a fitting metaphor for these... More >>>