Everyone plays well in this silly rom-com that showcases the bemused Edouard Baer dealing with the two charming Parisiennes in his life. Only the director was at fault for generating yet another script about a writer, as if there had not already been several hundred of vastly varying quality. Still, the basic situation is amusing enough, a ghostwriter (negre in French) is all style and literally no content. When a star footballer starts dictating that "his" autobiography is to be written in the style of Baudelaire, Raphael (Baer) starts to rebel, and his own creations come into play, kicked to life by his two lovely women. His friends, who are little more than caricatures, illustrate failed creativity and at last Raphael manages to come up with something real that gets good press, if not great sales. The final flourish, however, goes to Marie-Josee Croze's character and the film ends on a mellow note that is bound to please the ladies. Altogether a good audience-pleaser with some decent laughs that is highly recommended. One note: following the trend, neither of the leading ladies, nor M. Baer, removes any of their clothes.
Review of The Story of My Life
