Nicole is the heroine of Sandrine Kiberlain – an investigator, such a kind, charming investigator ... not a job, but a pleasant pastime. Karol - the heroine of Sylvie Testu - a petty thief, suddenly with a cake comes to the house of the investigator, fixes a breakdown in the dishwasher, breaks a bottle of wine, injures his leg ... remains to spend the night in the house of the investigator ...?? This is repeated, repeated and now the heroine-stealer feels, if not as a mistress, then as a friend of the family. Strangeness on the oddities, everything is so clumsy and contrived ... and begins to annoy. Here the husband of the investigator adds a “color” – a character who is in a long hibernation ... the body under the blanket face in the pillow with the sounds of sleepy muttering ... in the morning went out in his underwear into the kitchen, had a cup of coffee and left ... he is not surprised by the presence of an outsider in the house – who is? why and why?
Everything that happens on the screen continues to press questions and drown in bewilderment ... the film did not provide an opportunity to either laugh or smile. Loss from ridiculous, far-fetched situations in which the characters of the picture turn out to be, turns into irritation... the story does not change and becomes boring and very soon it is fresh and dull... After half the distance, it was decided to stop torturing themselves and the characters of the film. Today, the French are disappointed... well, sometimes...
I can’t say anything bad about actresses – good, beautiful, charming – but by some misunderstanding they turned out to be accomplices in a faceless kaleidoscope of contrived stories, absolutely disconnected from life.
I am a fan of Sylvie Testu and I will try not to remember this picture in her track record.