Water Dripping from Burning Rocks

One of the Frenchest films I've ever seen, even though it's written by a German: men who fancy themselves Jules and Jim, with benefits; a young man with an impossibly unmuscular physique; a deceptively plain-looking woman (Ludivine Sagnier) who is not so plain-looking when she does what women do in French movies; people who talk of their love for the theater and art and philosophy, while at the same time not saying anything interesting about the theater or art or philosophy. As I said, it's very, very French. All it's lacking is a Godardian French New Wave verve. Overall, though, it's -- how you say, ah yes -- ok.