a film so unique, intoxicating and bizarre that it not only demands another viewing, but is also forgivable as a satirical comedy where the jokes eventually take the back seat.

The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

Through painfully honest and emotional moments, the movie becomes irresistibly relatable

I saw this film in Paris in its' original presentation. Having a firm understanding of French cultural reference is essential in order to fully appreciate this story and all of its' characters. It enjoys a dedicated underground following, in Paris, that is of the same quality as Death in Venice.

This story of a snooty young critic at the centre of several plotlines throughout his apartment block has only one major problem; though we're pulled into all of the plots, the makers leave all but ONE of them unresolved. While this was intentional (the one that's seen through to its conclusion is the one that's most important to our hero), it's very frustrating. This may not be Hollywood, but even so some closure is good. But apart from that...

Tacchella, who is famous for the warm, joyful "Cousin-Cousine" gives us a very downbeat, intense sort of soapie about a cold, egocentric young art critic, who learns to love through his involvement with the occupants of his apartment building. It's very difficult to like him and to believe in some of the artificial plot developments, but there are some very truthful scenes, performed by an excellent cast.