The whole film is the muttering of the male protagonist, telling the process of his pursuit of love and his thinking about love, mixing his love novels with his life. But I just couldn't see where the love was, even though he ended up with Wendy. Maybe the French think that love is made, so many of the shots in the film stay on the bed. Do it and do it, and I only see love sneering in the corner and disappearing into the air.
I don't know how to analyze movies, I just don't understand French love.
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