Colette (2018)

This is yet another movie about a man taking credit for a woman's work, then trying to force her to produce more because of the large amount of money her work generates, and all the while never giving her credit, neither publicly not privately.
The film is based on the life of the foremost female French novelist Colette ,and the gorgeous cinematography of it all allows us into the lush, candle-lit world of late 19th century France.  There are  contrasting the thick greenery outdoors of the countryside with the highly decorated interiors of Paris. Both locations are seductively lavish, not in terms of the money spent by the people who live there, but in the wealth of lived-in detail bathed in soft, golden light. Colette herself is in increasingly stark contrast to both settings, too curious and independent-minded for the quiet life of the country, too honest and unconfined for the conventions of the city.  Her husband, whom she adored as a much younger than he girl, is increasingly disillusioned with him after the book she writes and he publishes under his name becomes a raging success.  She wants to be her, and he wants her locked up writing so he can make money.  Beautifully filmed and told story.