Bernadette: Léa Domenach begins her biopic with a tongue-in-cheek warning: the film was inspired by Bernadette Chirac’s life, and contains many episodes that veer away from the truth. That is, naturally, par of the course for the genre, but at least the film is honest about it. It is essentially an anthem for women put down by society, something happens even at the upper echelons, as we can see. The protagonist has a relatable desire, but she is otherwise unengaging. Catherine Deneuve is fine as the protagonist; she is an intelligent woman and a bit of a curmudgeon who seems surprised by her lack of relevance in the eyes of the world. Michel Vuillermoz, as her husband, is played like a buffoon, while Denis Podalydès is gently funny as her aide. The film is generally competently but unremarkably done; its most unusual touch is the use of a literal choir as the Greek chorus of the film.