Spoilers!
The film is smart, multi-layered, but at first glance it seems simple, boring and lengthy.
The heroine Juliette Binoche feels alive and loved only when she violates prohibitions, when she does something inappropriate, disapproving, because, according to her words, she was told all her life what to do and how to do - how to live and how to act. Her whole life is defined by one recurring scene in the film - a subway tunnel.
She lives the life of a privileged white woman from Paris, covering the nature of racism and the socio-economic problems of Lebanon in the wake of the port bombing. But all these topics she covers calmly, as if without emotions, I do not see that she is immersed in them or they somehow respond to her.
But thinking about betrayal, she feels like the mistress of her fate - she can do what she wants and not conform to the behavior expected of her.
Moreover, her family life is not at all bad (the first scene in the sea - when after 10 years together the couple splash in the sea as a young couple, only in love with each other), but not ideal (because they do not talk).
And this scene, with the phone in the bathroom - very important - once she realizes that her husband won't leave her unless she pushes him away, she reaches for the phone, where her freedom is embodied.
She doesn't realize the importance of the moment -- that right here, right now, she's given a choice and she can finally live her own life, that her freedom is in her, inside, not in her phone.
She doesn't go to meet her husband, who finally opens up and talks about her feelings, she's closed in and, it seems to me, she doesn't fully live, she doesn't realize this moment - because of the habit of living unconsciously, listening but not hearing - neither the interlocutor nor herself.
We're not going to be shown why, how long and what her husband was in prison for, how long he's been out of work, what his project is, what this filing gives us, not because it doesn't matter.
The details are very important in this movie!
All the topics that have been identified, but not disclosed, seem to let us know that anyone can hide something, even your spouse, son or friend. There is no truth except that which will be presented to you as truth, and even in the clear sea water the sand will be hidden from you by the thugs.