Romance

I found it to be a fascinating exploration on sex as a diversion as opposed to a attempt at intimacy. A very interesting perspective.

It seems there are many modern movies dealing with sex, often quite explicitly. I'm fine with that, but why do the characters have to be so emotionally tortured by it, or at best, feel the need to pontificate on it so extensively? Doesn't anybody just enjoy sex any more? I suppose the film makers believe that if their characters enjoy themselves they've crossed the line into pornography. Better to have them torturing themselves over it in order to keep the "art house" designation. I just find it boring.

Our heroine hates the men who bop her and loves the man who won't bop her but once and then barely but she gets pregnant. But she hates him too because he wouldn't bop her but the once. So she turns on the gas in their apartment before she goes to the hospital and he dies at the same time she gives birth. This movie is a deep meditation on the vicissitudes of love and death from a woman's point of view that somehow misses being profound. And a romance it most certainly is not.

Bitch doesn't shut the fuck up, nor does her supervisor. Hot, really nice ass for skinny girl. Not as much action as I wanted

"I gave my son his father's name. If someone up there counts souls, then we are even."

This movie has a couple of unforgettable scenes! Drags a little but it kept my interest.

Unique story but could've been more in terms of acting

Oh, wow. Not at all what we expected. Bizarre and not in a good way. How do things like this get onto my radar, let alone onto my Netflix queue?

I like the plot of story in Romance. That's why I give it 4 stars.

Gave this one a re-watch, it still holds up as well as a detached, clinical look at a failing relationship can. Catherine Breillat has always made film that I more respect than like, as they tackle uncomfortable subject matter that you don't see in the average run of normal cinema. Worth a rental, if only to see a part of the weird cinema conventions that happened in the late '90s and early 2000s, as real penetrative sex made its way into certain bits of French Indie cinema.