Suzanne is a well married mother, but her bourgeois lifestyle gets her down and she decides to go back to work as a physiotherapist by building an office in their backyard. Then Suzanne falls in love with the man hired to build the office.
Kristin Scott Thomas,
The dying aristocrat Jean-Renée decides to execute one of the treasured desires and invites in the lock theatrical company that its participants have rehearsed and have played the play before the only viewer - him.
Glossy, empty, repetitive cliché-fest with Auteuil sleepwalking opposite a wooden babe in love with herself
To be honest, I only saw about 40 minutes of this and gave up because so little was happening, apart from enigmatic looks, love-making, creaky dialogue and a performance by a female lead of flagrant self-love. After it's established that a very successful author (Auteuil) has had a one night stand with a self-obsessed model, who becomes his daughter-in-law, there's half an hour of padding, sex scenes, uniformly unpleasant characters, a tiny bit of story progression (for some reason the model is still sexually obsessed with the egocentric lump of an author) and repetition. The rest of the film may have suddenly come alive, but what I saw was dead people going through the motions for money.
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