Critic Reviews

The delightful “Footnotes” is grounded in reality, light on its feet, with just enough intrigues, betrayals and twists to fill 80 brisk minutes with minor delights.

Footnotes isn’t perfect, but at least nobody lectured me about jazz.

Writer-directors Calori and Testut have selected a significant challenge for their first feature, which succeeds more on its charm and determination than the classic attributes of movie musicals.

The ending cheapens its main character and weakens the film's firm commitment to the importance of workplace organizing.

The songs are unmemorable and the choreography less than twinkle-toed, but the lyrics are a delight.

Though it’s not without charming moments, this story of women standing up to the big bad guys is diminished by unimpressive song-and-dance numbers that feel like Michel Legrand throwaways.

The performers get their jobs done without leaving much of an impression. In terms of who or what Footnotes can win over, I think only hardcore Francophiles will find its charms genuinely compelling.