An American writer arrives in Paris in a bid to take custody of his estranged daughter. So begins a series of episodes, with several borderline-deranged "who did what - and did it actually happen?" moments.
Kirstin Scott Thomas is, as ever, very watchable, and the director admirably captures something of the atmosphere of an ordinary, downbeat Paris.
While it's not in the same league as The Double Life of Veronique (which it vaguely reprises thematically), it is a good film and another example of an undeservedly low rating on IMDB which merits being bumped up.
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