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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