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… is one of those sub-titled French films I caught at the local arts cinema this morning. It was like a trip through a time machine – a light treatment of the feminism and middle-class cultural wars of the 70s (did I wear clothes like that?). It also dipped a lid to a bout of Français-obsession I had at that time – mostly from an aesthetic point of view – I liked the sound of the language and looked for opportunities to practice my high-school version of it. I haven’t said much about the film because there’s really not a lot to say – ordinary plot, ordinary storyline, ordinary acting because there’s not a lot actors can do with ordinary material.

I did enjoy the nostalgia though.