This has become the ultimate indie chick and frustrated middle aged housewife film. The kind of crowd who only read Faulkner because Oprah instructed them to. The film is essentially pseudo-intellectual hackery. I am utterly perplexed by the rave reviews this film received by a number of respectable critics. This is by-the-numbers "arthouse" drivel. Europe belts out about a 1000 of these every year. You are much better off watching Hiroshima mon Amour or something actually good. There is very little one can actually discuss about the film. It essentially involves two disillusioned people who find some solace through a short-lived platonic affair.It is hardly philosophical and it barely touches on any real emotional depth. The dialogue is bland and unilluminating and the camera work is pretentious. Avoid like the plague...