I really liked this, partly because it was almost too familiar to me as a prior resident of Provence. The sounds of the house, the cicadas, the warm air blowing through the lavender and across the ominous blue calm of the pool. The inwardly fastidious English writer amongst the picturesque villages of the Luberon, sharing the house with a French girl, was not foreign, but had me gasping with horror (topping up the wine bottle with water aftering taking a swig!). The end was a little too much for comprehension. Subtle in many ways. Addendum: I knew I’d seen Ludivine somewhere before, it was in 8 femmes (a five-star film).