By one of those flukes of fate so dear to Truffaut, a happily married woman (Fanny Ardant, long of nose, large of mouth, thick of eyebrows and of eyeliner, and generally quite striking) moves into the house adjacent to that of her former lover (Gerard Depardieu), himself now happily married. Despite the best intentions of both these ex-lovers to avoid trouble, they realize that a flame still flickers when a friendly kiss between them in the supermarket parking lot causes the woman to faint dead away. They spend the rest of the movie sifting through the ashes of their past affair for warm embers, or sometimes, depending on mood, dousing those ashes with cold water. The whole business -- high-strung, hysterical, foolish, certainly, but never really passionate -- is an unpalatable blend of the too arbitrary and the too manipulated. (1982) — Duncan Shepherd
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