Piece of fluff about a French sportswriter, an average Jean, who's having a hard time coping with his wife's occupation: the autograph hounds, the nosy acquaintances, the handsome co-stars, the kissing scenes, the nude scenes, the ten quarts of water per day and the commensurate trips to the bathroom. Very little weight is added by the autobiographical subtext: Yvan Attal, the leading man and first-time director, is himself an actor, not an average Jean, but he's hardly as well known as his wife and leading lady, Charlotte Gainsbourg, child of show-biz royalty, Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin. More bluntly: the material is no less hackneyed for being first-hand. (Or for being foreign.) The leading lady, who speaks French like a Frenchwoman and English like a Brit, is without doubt a charmer (and much more than that in Franco Zeffirelli's Jane Eyre), but she cannot fill the hollow at the heart of the movie. What's her appeal to her fictional husband -- what's their relationship based on -- apart from her celebrity? With Terence Stamp. (2001) — Duncan Shepherd
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