"A self-portrait through others,” as it’s subtitled, this conversational hall of mirrors never takes its microscope off the 65-year-old actress Charlotte Rampling, ruminating freely on beauty, acting, sensuality, being photographed, and “what’s behind the eyes.” Less famed as a thespian over the decades than as an icy ‘60s–’70s icon, jet-set provocateur, and basilisk glower-puss, Rampling seemed ill-used by filmmakers until the new millennium, when she emerged from a middle-aged struggle with depression (practically prophesied in... More >>>