This movie is really, really touching in parts... whilst filled with melancholy and despair, there are fleeting moments of life-affirmation and the clutching to the last few precious seconds on earth. But, all that being said, it feels far too distant most of the time, for something that should be so deeply personal it is quick to get distracted. It isolates itself with too many issues (homosexuality, surrogacy etc). I felt that this convuluted the script and it went way over its own head.

We get virtually no meaningful insight into the main character's position, whilst we care little about him due to a combination of how undefined he is and how unsympathetically he is drawn. You also get very little in a coherent picture of his reaction as scenes are slapped together with little thought about the overall picture. The scene with the grandmother works very well and the ending is cliche done brilliantly and it is an interesting enough film. Just very unsatisfying.

"François Ozon's latest follows in the footsteps of familiar made-for-TV-movie terrain but does so wearing Prada shoes." - Ed Gonzalez

Really lovely, microscopic movie of self-realization.