A couple goes to Paris in an attempt to save their marriage. One thing that makes this film stand out is the combination of oddball personas that form the main characters. There is a quiet madness in them that is somehow transcendent and so from an initial sense that their aim is utterly hopeless, hope only arises when they somehow give in to the inner madness that in this case could as well act as an intuition.
After 30 years of marriage why are two people still together? Is it love or habit that keeps them together? To help answer this what a better place than Paris to explore one's sentimental existentialism.
Good dialogue, filled with acidity and irony as these two lovely cranks try to figure it out. Life perhaps did not work out but let's make a point of not giving a toss for a change and how wrong can it get?
