Les fleurs du miel

"On the hill in Saint-Cloud, in a broad street bordered by residences, a delivery man is going through the back of his van. He prepares the delivery: wine, water, alcohol... After checking the order he routinely loads the crate on his shoulder and strides under his load through a small delivery gate in the wall of a garden, he rings and enters... All the action will take place in one night, a single night, in this bourgeois house in Saint-Cloud."

Action is a big word for whatever happens in this film, happenings might better describe this one and a half hour of overacting and tormented dialogue. I am not saying you need action to make a good movie, or even a movie for that matter, however this films lacks something interesting in every register.

The acting is mediocre to bad, Fossey manages to pull off the best "performance" of the lot, confirming her status as one of France's great actresses. For the rest there is basically not much to say other that it seems to be theatre-acting unsuitable for film.

The story is flimsy; a couple that's been together too long, grown apart, at the verge of a breakdown... so much to make out of it, so little made from it. Overblown, over the top, just over...

Unless you are a Fossey fan don't bother with this one.