What a pity that Asia Argento and Franco Nero had squandered his talent in this incomprehensible and boring movie. From the middle of it, we only want to end that anguish and stop the martyrdom of the viewer. As Luis Miguel Oliveira said, a movie where everyone anguishes much without the film give substance to that anxieties, obsessions and passions. A failure without remission. A movie that, I think, want to wager more in form rather than content, but the director does not have nails to play that guitar. An unsuccessful attempt of Fanny Ardant to enter the auteur cinema, putting aesthetics far ahead of the story. But that is not enough to accomplish the task.