Les choses qu'on dit, les choses qu'on fait

After 10 minutes of this film I was on the verge of walking out and muttering to myself that it was like a very bad Eric Rohmer film; but the longer it went, the more I became engrossed. It's definitely like an Eric Rohmer film in the emphasis almost entirely on dialogue and the concentration on the loves and relationships within people's lives. A very superior Eric Rohmer film, with the screenplay developing the characters and engaging our sympathies very strongly. I didn't know the director or any of the actors, but I'll be looking out for them in the future. Also the cinematographer: what a joy it was to watch a French film shot with fixed cameras instead of the hand-held cameras with which French cinema seems to be obsessed.

It's certainly not a film for everyone; but for those who don't mind a talky film and have the patience and concentration to follow the twists and turns of the plot, it's a gem.

Saw this film as part of a local film festival and unfortunately found it a huge disappoinment. It starts out strong with interesting characters entangled in desire/love however once the flashback stories are finished the Daphne / Maxime storyline takes center stage and does not feel well deserved at all. I don't feel the lessons in this movie are as profound as the movie tries to be.

I enjoyed the scenery and general camera work presented throughout the film.

After finishing the movie the only character arc I have respect for is Louise's.

Profoundly French, so well written, it's almost poetic. A bunch of love stories intertwined and with philosophical overtones, mixing emotions, intrigue, romantic interludes, ethical conduct, and a good latitude of human dynamics. A must see.

Help! Pathos celebrated by pedantic and disembodied dialogues of nickname delicate characters, in the service of a pretentious script believing to know everything about love and human relationships. Pseudo intellectual navelist filmed theater. with each word I have the impression of reading the script so much all lack of naturalness and emotion and emptiness perspires. I appreciate the actors but hardly to get into them as their dialogues are articulated like a poetry which one must recite like a music without emotions. Obviously the press and the profession acclaim and cry genius, which ends up annoying me. Nothingness dictated with rhymes, that's not enough to make up the boredom ... What could be yet another reflection on love and passion is instead a long and far too long agony of the senses with a gallery of hollow characters, always nice and gentle even simplet, distant without depths preventing to be captivated by their coming and going, their silences and their destiny. When will the French cinema that I love and respect stop producing this kind of films?

A true masterpiece! The script, the dialogs, the acting, the messages, the divine music, classic mostly, that ran during the whole movie in the best way possible. At last a great French movie.