Guys this is one good movie to take the ladies to, but if you find yourself enjoying it too much then maybe you should start spending more time playing football and less time helping to chose soap for the bathroom. A laugh-a-minute romantic comedy is the way some might categorise it, though like all others in the genre there's not a lot to laugh about.
Two friends, recently divorced French men who each have custody of one ten year old child, decide (for non-romantic reasons) to share a house in London.
Antoine is domineering, uptight, the one who makes the rules and tries to enforce them. Lighten up Antoine. He declares that he's impotent as a result of his wife leaving him, but he's also the unwitting object of another woman's affections. How he fails to notice is anyone's guess.
Mathias is the randy womaniser who reluctantly agrees to Antoine's house rules but can't help staying out all night when the lovely Audrey makes an appearance, a definite infringement of the rules. Domestic tension is never far away.
Although they're best friends and have been for a long time, they are just not suited to co-habitation, at least not with each other. They start to behave like a mismatched married couple, complete with rows, fallings out, and loud silences, however they are reunited by a cunning plot hatched by their unbearable brats.
Antoine is unbelievable as a character but I couldn't help feeling something for Mathias, the wily philanderer. Then there is Yvonne, another French person who lives in this little corner of France located in London. Yvonne owns a bistro, and in her late 50s looks how Debby Harry might have looked at the same age if she'd enjoyed a more, shall we say, “relaxed” life. Fortunately she dies, but I fancy that what happened is that the actress got fed up with the movie and left town so they had to kill off her character.
But who cares?
