An unassuming woman walks into a psychiatrists office and spills her guts about the problems with her marriage, including a lack of - you guessed it - intimacy. Turns out, though, that he's not a psychiatrist; he's a tax lawyer. Oops, wrong office.
Turns out, that doesn't matter. As she continues to confide in him, a sort of codependence develops. And the whole thing turns into an odd French intellectual porn. Or maybe it's intellectual French porn. I'm not sure. There's no sex, but there's a lot of talking about and thinking about and pining for it. The movie is decidedly and unapologetically and Frenchly sexual, but in sort of an awkward, nerdy way.
Sure, I suppose there's some interesting character development; you see how they change each others' lives. But I've seen more interesting ones.
Bottom line: unless you're into weird French stuff, probably not worth the investment. Read a good book instead of the subtitles.
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