Located in Marseille (as usual), a middle-age married woman falls in love with another man, not her husband. She decides going to live with her lover. Well, there is not problem at all at the moment, but why nobody explains what are the feelings of the woman, her doubts and stuff? She leaves the familiar house with no explanations, in the manner as she was doing an everyday thing. It's a continuous and ridiculous succession of lovers looking lovers through a window listening to songs like "What a wonderful world" when they make love. And the end, oh dear, the end is so preposterous that I feel very ashamed to tell it to nobody. Guédiguian, I still have faith in your movies ("Marius et Jeanette", ...) but don't frighten me like this never more.
Review of Marie-Jo et ses 2 amours
