This would seem to be a collection of people and situations meant to show us the underbelly of modern France. In fact, the only common theme would appear to be a politically correct view of illegal immigrants. Even this would have been OK, had it been done artfully. As it is, the film jumps around without much cohesion (apparently this is supposed to make viewers think. I found it amateurish). There is not a single instant of joy or even of contentment: everything is dreary, sad and miserable. Insofar as I am concerned, this is one of those films that justify Samuel Goldwyn's famous words to his scriptwriters, "If you have a message, go to Western Union!". Hard to believe Juliette Binoche let herself be captured for this. Absolutely sleep-inducing and best avoided.