You have to be candy-and-flowers romantic to appreciate this fully, which I’m not. It’s bland, one grand gesture after another without any of the friction that underlies actual chemistry. When two people have a connection, whether romantic or platonic, it’s usually accompanied by an uncanny ability to hurt each other in a millisecond—to respond to a slight with a direct hit to the other’s weakest point. Passion goes both ways in real life. It’s that constant interplay between acknowledging a person’s vulnerabilities and accepting him in spite of (because of?) them that creates a bond. Here we get only hugs, gazes, drives into the sunset.

But it wasn’t terrible, writing aside. Visually appealing, incredible soundtrack, and I do adore Jean-Louis Trintignant.