The Measure of a Man - Review

Imagine this: you’re the security guard at a supermarket, tasked to unblinkingly stare at a CCTV monitor. You watch for what feels like hours, waiting for something to happen, as every instant that threatens to tip the tedium into mild interest revealing itself to be no more than a red herring. In Stéphane Brizé’s The Measure of a Man, these are scenes that not only exist, but represent the movie itself.