In a great lollipop of a star role, Anémone plays Maxime, a scruffy, chain-smoking, bisexual private eye and dedicated loner, who is beginning to feel the chill of early middle age. She is uncertain about her new lover and apprehensive about the teenage son she abandoned as a baby and who is now trying to make friends with her. But having invented an intriguing character, Marshall is unable to find much of interest for her to do, and disappointingly Maxime's big investigation turns out to intersect her own private life in an excessively coincidental, convenient way. The talk is non-stop, the action is non-start and there is no compelling reason why this should be a movie, rather than a novel or a radio play. Even so, Maxime is worth meeting.