3-1 Thematically quite ordinary psychotronic drama Jean-Paul Siveyrak can be put on a par with Vancent's "Don't Give Up" or with a closer composition "Now is the Time" with Dakota Fanning, but prevents this radically different alignment and unforgettable work of Claire Perot in the nuanced role of the girl Jeanne, which, one to another, is inferior to two fans, for which no one dares reproach.
Oh, yes, these are the "last days" that pass in the romantic triangle, where, revelling in passion and drowning in love, Mademoiselle, running from friend to friend, hastens to drink delight, drowning in orgasm and admiration, breaking in pain and crushing, admitting one and repelling another, whose love suppresses any reproach to the opponent, taking him into the camaraderie of doomed lovers of a doomed lover who does not know how to get enough, before leaving altogether.
The girl here is delicious. Charming face and charming body, sexually preoccupied and excitingly erotic, reckless and obsessed with intimacy, fighting women's insidiousness and maiden wind, starting with play, fun, fear and free life, breaking away from one for the sake of enriching sex with another, putting everyone on the threshold of an ethical cliff, through which the flow of their endless love flows.
For this girlish charm, you can forgive the frank candor and open candor of the bed, the semantic draft and the fragmentary emptiness of the plot, straightening the triangle into a straight line of sex and male cooperation, uniting grievous romantics with the unselfish goal of extending the happiness of the one for which you can, without skimping, sacrifice your own.