Take a particularly unedifying example of the modern mainstream romcom – let’s say ‘Leap Year’ or ‘Wimbledon’. Stick it in a cultural blender with those old ‘Papa! Nicole!’ Renault ads and bingo, you’ve got this stultifyingly self-satisfied French comedy of petit-bourgeois pre-marital manners. Geeky Parisian guy-about-town Ben (Manu Payet, imagine a Francophone Paul Rudd, only creepier) is all set to get hitched to his impossibly lovely and glamorous fiancée Juliette (Anaïs Demoustier) when disaster strikes: his impossibly lovely and glamorous high-school crush Vanessa (Emmanuelle Chriqui) is back in town, and she’s got the hots for him! Quelle horreur!
If you can’t guess the plot from there, perhaps you’re the target audience: Ben strings both women along, wrestling with his own guilt until one of them finds out, it all comes crashing down and he’s forced to choose. The result isn’t total merde – there are a couple of amusing side-players, and one decent running gag about a character who never appears on screen. But overall it’s tediously obvious, unfunny stuff, particularly the weird, dick-swinging chauvinist-fantasy climax.