Like an add-on chapter to David Cronenberg's Dead Ringers, one that no-one wanted or asked for, this François Ozon movie tells of mentally fragile Chloe's therapy sessions (read 'sex sessions') with a pair of pouty Calvin Klein-model psychotherapists - twins - and is a movie that quickly forgets that one of the twins that Chloe marries - the dowdy cardigan-wearing one - is driving her crazy with his secrets - but that must have been just to progress the story because lickety-split and before you can say, "This is not going to end sensibly," he reverts to being a model citizen, no hint of a lie, while she starts a torrid affair with the twin brother - the wild one with smart shirts unbuttoned to expose a hard, hairless chest - and from that point, things start to make less and less sense with the movie's raison d'etre simply being repetitive sex scenes including a centrepiece involving both brothers.
★★☆☆☆
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