About as French as they come, though in a much more charming way than, say, something like Sibyl. Aside from the strikingly low-key incorporation of an abortion procedure (so low-key, in fact, that it doesn't even rise to the level of a plot point, which is wonderful to see), the script goes through the usual, mostly unremarkable sex triangle motions – a beautiful locale, titillating asymmetries in knowledge and power, life-at-a-crossroads introspection. But the material has the good fortune of being acted out by Anaïs Demoustier, whose motormouthed protagonist chats her way straight into your heart, and a downright regal Valeria Bruni Tedeschi. And it's always nice to see Denis Podalydès, especially at this point in his screen career where he is busy succeeding Daniel Auteuil as the master of the "middle-aged French wannabe womaniser who couldn't be less suave if he tried" stock character.