No doubt "La Fid茅lit茅" will have its admirers (the entire population of Hampstead) simply because it is French and serious and beautifully shot. For some this heady cocktail is the very definition of cinema. However, proving that it is possible to dig deep into character, yet remain one-dimensional, "La Fid茅lit茅" is a joyless, miserable little film limited by repetitive situations (ie it's much too long) yet lifted by superlative acting.
Taking his cue from "La Princesse de Cl猫ves", France's first serious historical novel, director Andrzej Zulawski boots it into the modern world and filters this story of fidelity versus desire through an ever-earnest - and very modish - photographer (Sophie Marceau) who is hired by a sleaze-merchant to add class to one of his scandal-sheets. She falls for the charming gaucheness of an editor (Pascal Greggory) but becomes hooked on a blunt, loutish photographer who looks unnervingly like a perfectly-realised mix of Liam and Noel Gallagher. Perhaps Oasis once had a third sulky brother who had a spat with the other two and went off to live in Paris.
Zulawski wrote "La Fid茅lit茅" for Sophie Marceau (his partner these last fifteen years), and if a director proves his love by letting his lady hog the screen then Zulawski has passion aplenty. Marceau, who never turns in a bad performance, takes to the complexity of a young woman who is poised on the surface yet crumbling within, even if the actress is required to illustrate the same points ad nauseam. And Pascal Greggory expresses his character's inadequacy as strongly as Marceau. A bit of a French so what.