I actually enjoyed this movie. I did not find it boring or dull. I think viewers who approach this expecting another typical Breillat film (provocative, shocking) will indeed find it tedious. It is different from her other films. It doesn't have their sexual/moral agenda. Neither is it a comedy. It is almost documentary-like. I had the impression that I was watching a "Behind The Scenes" featurette that could have been appended to any one of her other films. The whole movie revolves around a director (obviously Breillat herself) who has trouble trying to set up a crucial sex scene in her movie because her two stars detest each other. For much of the movie, we watch her plead, cajole and threaten, her actors into giving her the performance she wants.This is more a movie about the mechanics of making a film, specifically of shooting a sex scene and the difficult relationship between director and actor.There isn't much nudity or actual sex in this film (well, at least compared to her other movies), although we do get to see Roxane Mesquida (the pretty sister in Fat Girl) full frontal and Gregoire Colin complete with rampant prosthetic. I can understand why it is derided, especially by fans of Breillat, but you can't expect a director to always provoke or shock. How boring would that be. Here we see her reflecting on the craft of film-making. If you have some interest in film-making or at least how Breillat herself shoots her films, this would be enlightening.MGM's transfer is in the original widescreen aspect ratio of 1.85:1 (anamorphic). The source print is clean. Colors are natural. Contrast and sharpness are fine. There is fine film grain throughout although this isn't distracting. Thankfully the English subtitles are optional.I bought this movie to catch up on Gregoire Colin's antics - to see how he'd graduated from Olivier Olivier and Beau Travail for example. Although there was nothing wrong with his performance, I felt that the script was so lamentable and so laboured that there was no way I would recommend this jejeune movie to anyone without jeopardising the friendship. It is just wet! Praise the Lord it is available at a Loss Leader price, otherwise I would be liable to self flagellate with a plastic appendage. Catherine, what were you thinking?So-so.Not sure even two stars - it's ok - I laughed some - seems to wander - and the chemistry of protagonists is limitedThe movie shows a fair amount of skin, but that isn't really the point - it is the movie within a movie, and the director being driven nuts by her male lead who is ambivalent about doing the nude scene about which the whole film revolves Anne Parillaud was My Femme Nikita; Catherine Breillat has directed several such films (I think this might have been somewhat more than a little autobiographical - the film within the film resembles "Fat Girl"I couldn't get past the first 30 minutes. The story in the story, girl and guy on beach trying to make out (that's as far as I got) was annoying. Sorry, just applies to me. I'm certain it would appeal to others.Terrible movie definitely do not recommend. Weird story line, bad acting, and terrible picture. Looks older than it really is. Do not buy!!!!Crap. French Pretentious. Very Boring. No comedy and no sex either. Ugly. Waste of your time and money. Enough saidIn short this film was very disappointing. It was lite on content, lite on acting, lite on story line and plot, and very lite on anything erotic. It was shallow and obvious.L'anti "Nuit Américaine"(de Truffaut), pour le moins! Ce film est une réflexion terriblement désenchantée, une sorte de "making-off" acerbe et autocritique - où l'on ne sait trop si finit par dominer l'agacement de la réalisatrice qui nous contamine peu à peu, ou bien la froideur croissante, glaçante, d'un regard froid, glacial, figé sur des amants froids, dans une piece glacée. Jusqu'à ce qu'éclate en mille morceaux, en mille images volées, en mille mini-viols par indiscrétion, l'intimité de la femme, de l'actrice exposée à la monstration, qui se brûle à cette glace; - jusqu'à ce que pète aux visages des regardeurs et des regardeuses déconfits, la gêne profonde et l'éclaboussure d'une faute collective que tous ont tue: celle que notre vision, atone et anesthésiée fait taire en nous, posée sur le corps disséqué de nos sexualités, celle de notre surdite à la féminité réelle. Un beau film, n'empêche! Sans blague!M.A.B.