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A middle-aged man tries to get back with his estranged, bisexual wife
by having a friend seduce his wife's young mistress.
I don't know if this film was originally conceived as a stage play, but it has that air about it: a French marital farce in which the characters are exaggerated for comic effect, where the audience is required to accept implausible plot twists, and in which the hapless, bemused men are humiliated by the women they want to use for their sexual pleasure. I'm sure the "Madame Whiplash" scenes would go down very well in a Parisian theatre.
What is surprising about this otherwise mediocre comedy is the extraordinary quality of the cast, from the quartet of leading actors down to the minor roles which include veteran actor Jacques François (his last film), Claire Nebout (as a professional dominatrix), Julie Depardieu and Emmanuelle Riva. Melvil Poupaud is particularly enjoyable here, in a wonderfully louche and mischievous performance which includes an outrageous and possibly actionable impersonation of David Cronenberg.
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In this lightly stylish prototypical contemporary Euro flick with an overly twisted plot, inherited-off the Fassbinder-Almodóvar tradition, two heterosexual males, a middle-aged attorney and his young buddy, play an emotionally manipulated relationship game against a lesbian couple, the attorney's wife and a young film critic. The French Jazzy Pop sound track, featuring pseudo-Milt-Jackson-like vibraphone, adds a fashionable tone to the film. The conclusion, the hetero men's triumph over the lesbians, could be an antithesis to the mainstream lesbian cinema whose majority is morally oriented, could be just a sell-out to the hetero male audience, or even could be the filmmaker Danièle Dubroux's thoughtless usage of lesbianism as a storytelling gadget; in any case, it is not appealing.
Something of a curio in several respects, not least why a quartet of
distinguished actors consented to appear in such a dubious enterprise.
In my case I was drawn by the marquee names; Isabelle Carre, so
brilliant in 'Se souvenirs des belles choses' and 'Les Sentiments',
Catherine Frot, with a whole catalogue of fine performances behind her
not least the birthday girl in 'Un Aire de famille', Francoise
Berleand, fresh from his triumph in 'Les Choristes' - still playing in
11 salles in Paris despite opening in early April - and Julie
Depardieu, sister to Guillaume, daughter to Gerard. Veteran
writer-director Daniel Dubroux has dabbled in the slightly off-color on
previous occasions; as an actress she played in 'L'Ecole du chair' (The
School of Flesh)opposite Isabelle Huppert, then just beginning her own
exploration of sleaze, and as a triple-threat she wrote, directed and
played in 'Le Journal du seducter'. For those who may be interested the
plot of 'Eros' begins a little after Catherine Frot has left husband
Berleand and moved new lover Carre into the marital home, relegating
hubby to the garage.
By way of revenge Berleand enlists the aid of Bruno (Melvil Poupaud), who has an inside track at the local bondage parlour where the clientele are wont to don the odd gas mask and worse. It may of course be a barrel of laughs to see people walking around in gas masks and little else. I wouldn't know, maybe I should get out more. Poupaud convinces Carre he's dead and later shows up at the home of her strait-laced parents - you're ahead of me, aren't you, oh well, those are the breaks - and later, rather than sooner, alas, all is resolved. No rating.
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