Fox Searchlight Pictures is lending plenty of muscle to this movie, targeting viewers whose pursuit of pleasure has not, until now, included Russian cinema. Some of that enthusiasm has paid off; the subtitles, for instance, are the best I have encountered. Far from palely loitering at the foot of the screen, they lurk in odd corners of the frame and, at one point, glow scarlet and then spool away, like blood in water. I trust that this will start a technical trend and that, from here on, no respectable French actress will dream of removing her clothes unless at least three lines of dialogue can be made to unwind across her midriff.