I had higher hopes for this film. I really expected it to be a heartfelt exploration of old loves/new loves, the paths we choose on our journeys, the paths we take, and the ones we didn't. The film certainly reaches for this kind of exploration, but it didn't quite seem to grasp anything beyond the superficial. And there is an awful lot of surface-level prettiness--lush scenery, a home in the country, a lovely swim in a seductive grotto, the sand and the sea, lots of wine and food and more wine and food, all sensually consumed by equally beautiful people. Lovely to look at, particularly the sun-flecked scenes, but so what? For me, the dialog fell flat--the words seemed to reach for something more, but they didn't get there. Always there seemed to be a yes/no/let's open a bottle of wine quality to the interactions between the characters (I watched the film with subtitles, so the relatively superficial quality of the dialog was especially apparent). Well, there was a conversation in the wine cellar, but that was a bit cheeky and clichéd and ultimately went nowhere beyond the obvious. And I admit I didn't care for the painfully self-aware, transient quality of the one couple who knew their relationship would no more endure than the next bottle of wine (too bittersweet for me).
Still, I was glad this movie didn't develop the nasty edge of Closer (a film about four people hurting one another), but I needed some kind of edge, some kind of insight, and there didn't seem to be one. Or, perhaps I'm just expecting too much.
