This would be the French arthouse version of 500 Days of Summer, telling the ins and outs of a failed romance out of chronological order.
Unlike 500 Days of Summer, this isn't really good at all. It's a first film by a director who makes the typical mistakes in storytelling, concept, casting, editing, and so on.
Watch for: every other scene beginning with the first eight bars of the Brandenberg Concerto no. 4, movement 2, as if to signal that you're watching something important and intense.
Read my full review at Fridae, first published on 24 October 2012.
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