Après l’amour

Kurys is perhaps not much of an artist; on reflection Entre nous benefits much from its strong story and strong feminism. Neither is on display here, in an unrevealing and uncompelling soap opera plot of revolving infidelities that does as little for women as Take My Eyes does for men. Aside from Huppert, wonderfully icy and detached, all women are presented as conniving and hysterical, not a single likable one among them. Actually, just about everything in this is distasteful and uninteresting… leaves me without even a thing to say. Given that, knocking it down from the too-generous 5/10 I thought I’d give it.