This is yet another of those 'little' films the French do so well and nobody else seems to do at all. It' never going to set the world on fire and, to be fair, it never aspires to; there are no 'showcase' roles and nobody feels the need to chew the scenery, it's just a small, solid entertainment with the leads placed in two of the safest pairs of hands in the business, Vincent Lindon and Sandrine Bonnaire, who are given top-class support by an ensemble headed by Francois Berleand and Kad Merad. Director Philippe Jolivet worked with Bonnaire on his last movie but one, Filles Uniques, which was in similar vein. The plot, such as it is, features Lindon as head of a large company which has hired Bonnaire to create a large piece of ceramic Art for the foyer. Clearly knowing a lovely girl when he sees one he falls for her but because he has once been bitten (his ex wife was heavily into Industrial Espionage) he is twice shy so he prevails on the Head of Security, Francois Berleand, to both check out her background and bug her apartment. With this much information you can write the rest yourself and chances are you'd be right on the money but as I keep saying it's all in the wrist and the wrists involved here are as supple as they come. A lovely way to spend an evening.
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