Dieu est grand, je suis toute petite

If these two can figure out a way to love each other, maybe it isn't necessary for us to like them very much.

Tatou evinces that innate self-possession in which Frenchwomen specialize, and lets it fly here. That, in turn, keeps this flawed movie aloft.

You come out with a sense you've seen it all before.

A cinematic petit four.

A grating cycle of squabbles, sloppy kissing, and rapprochements.

Too infuriatingly quirky and taken with its own style to get down to telling a story.

Far from great, and this off-putting French romantic comedy is sure to test severely the indulgence of fans of "Amélie."