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Your support makes all the difference.A group of narcissistic, well-heeled Parisians play, hug, snipe and prattle on ("I realise I've got no faith in love") about their petty (bourgeois) concerns in a lovely French resort (Cap Ferrat), while their hedonistic pal is in intensive care.
It's a French Big Chill, then, only without the 1983 film's killer soundtrack (this, by comparison, is plagued by some dismal soft-rock ditties), wit or soft centre. This is a huge letdown after Guillaume Canet's taut thriller Tell No One and wastes the considerable talents of Marion Cotillard and François Cluzet to boot.
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