Those who had a problem with Jerome Bonell's first film, Le Chignon d'Olga, aren't going to find this one any easier to sit through. Bonell is an observer rather than an innovator and he seems to aspire to bring a Chekhovian melancholy to rural France without necessarily going so far as Chekhovian plotting. Two of the actresses from Chignon (Alice and Emma) turn up again in this line drawing rather than fully realized portrait of disparate lives. He's now able to attract performers of the calibre of Jean-Pierre Darroussin and Manu Devos but such is Bonnell's surefootedness they fail to outshine the lesser known actors. Not a lot happens, paint dries, grass grows and we have a ringside seat. I enjoyed it, sue me.
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