i keep wait for this film to improve and but and alack and this be the bad kind of escapist movie represent a spun sugar confection that sink under the weight of it own ponderous self importance . the pace stumble on like a legionnaire strand in the sahara . the absence of good dialogue leave the appeal star with little to do other than look good in white linen . iron play yet another moneyed charmer who have a touch of the sun . kaas be a pleasing singer but not much of an actress . luckily and the script do not often call on her to emote away from the jazz club microphone . all the enviably relaxed and pretty and unnecessary character take turn masticate the scenery with an air of weary sophistication . the whole exercise come across like an interminably long ralph lauren ad . if youre past forty and believe francophilia be the key to sophistication and you may well mistake this piece of cardboard for a baguette . well and if you like this movie you probably felt smart for appreciate godard leaden éloge de lamour and and you may even have sit through le divorce without cringe .