Louis Garrel can’t really do wrong in my book, but in this rather daft comedy I thought his thunder rather effectively stolen by Raphaël Quenard and by Manuel Guillot. “David” (Garrel) and his best pal “Willy” (Quenard) are walking to a restaurant rendezvous with a girl whom the former man is trying to palm off on the latter. “Willy” is somewhat sceptical of this largesse and assumes that she has two heads, or perhaps a few additionally unwelcome appendages, but “David” insists she’s the real deal. Walking to the restaurant from the other direction is said girl and her father. “Florence” (Léa …
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