La tête de Normande St-Onge

A woman retreats from her unsatisfying day-to-day reality into fantasy.

I'm not really sure what to say about this film: I don't understand why it was made or what it was trying to say. Carole Laure is very pretty but neither her nor any other character in the film is interesting or likeable, and the whole thing fails to grip at every point of the proceedings.

On the plus side, it is very handsomely photographed, with a pleasingly-grainy 1970s look, and the whole thing feels very French indeed (though apparently made in Quebec).

That's about all I have, I'm afraid: I just felt obligated to leave a first-hand review when there were no others here.