Yeah, see that guy? Not bad, huh? Well, sadly, he’s on his way out in François Ozon’s Time to Leave , now playing at some art-house theater near (a small percentage of) you, and reviewed by three Reverse Shotters in this week’s indieWIRE roundup. For anyone who has remained on the fence about Ozon’s weird progression from French enfant terrible to purveyor of mild middlebrow weepies, Time to Leave might force you to lose your balance a little. Where there once was Stephane Rideau in a leather harness rubbing his exposed (rubber?) cock between two breasts (Sitcom) and Jeremie Renier enslaved and raped by a forest ogre in the Hansel and Gretel update Criminal Lovers, now there’s Charlotte Rampling writing little pocket mysteries (Swimming Pool) and a beautiful gay photographer peacefully dying on the beach in a decidedly Auschenbachian manner. Then again, Sitcom sucked and Swimming Pool was pretty good, so maybe leave the shock to the Noés and Dumonts, ok? As far as 2006 death movies go, though, Time to Leave is a hell of a lot better than One Last Thing, and a hell of a lot worse than The Death of Mr. Lazarescu. Read more at the link above.