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"After Sex" tells of a comfortably successful middle aged professional women with a family who has an affair with a man 20 years her junior and goes into deep depression when he leaves. A very ordinary film in all respects, "After Sex" does not do justice to the story and mixes humor with drama schizophrenically rather than synergistically. Though the film does have its moments and is not completely devoid of appeal, it's not worth all the subtitle reading.

Maybe this would be a better movie if I spoke French. Although, actually I prefer subtitled movies to dubbed ones. The film wasn't awful, it just wasn't good. It bored me. I can point to no part or cast or crew that was any better or any worse than the whole. Don't waste your time. Grade: D-

This is really a nice story, very true as my own experience, I believe anyone who ever been to that state or close to, things might go so tragic like that, The film is a truly reminder for all of us ---don't ever be that way when you fall in love, the ending could be whole lot different and you can get more than what it could offer. Self loving is always the infinity, the forever lesson for all of us to learn and stand on foot with it this life. We fall, then we grow. Brigitte Rouan is really a talent, she deserves more recognition than this film did. Great work as a female director, we need more of them like she is. Working on a project that might call her soul and she did it faithfully.

This a story about a woman in love. Love is painful. And so is the movie...

The movie is bad in any reasonable sense, except maybe for the acting. If you are renting it with English subtitles, be prepared to miss about 50% of them. The photography is awful. The director tried to be pretentious, which made things worse. Let me tell you one thing about this movie:

If you didn't see it, keep it that way!

The movie is at its best when it just captures the feverish substance of her passion, which it does vividly and candidly with a striking lack of self-consciousness on Rouan's part. But in its specifics, particularly in how it sets up the various male reactions to her behavior, the movie often seems somewhat schematic and labored, if not tedious. Her husband is defending a woman who stabbed her husband in the neck because of his affair - as he practices and prepares for her defence he copes with his growing knowledge of Rouan's adultery, and in that process can't help but argue in mitigation of his own wife; the mechanism seems clunky, if only because high-profile murders are such overly familiar, convenient thematic vessels for one thing or the other. The inspiration she provides to her main writer (who names his book after her description of a man's sweat) is too easy an external validation rather than a riding of the waves she creates for herself. The scenes of her trashed state are too much decrepit chic. Not that the overall trajectory doesn't more or less work, but the film constantly seems to be battling its own limitations, the restrictions it places on its central turbulence. The ending certainly seemed to me a very melodramatic signaling of redemption.