My Sex Life...Or How I Got Into An Argument

Arnaud Desplechin may well be the next Eric Rohmer, but Rohmer’s romances run about an hour and a half. Even those with an affinity for philosophical French flicks, in which attractive young people moodily chain-smoke from one bed to another, may find this epic variation a bit of an ordeal. Insightful and often grimly hilarious — a bit in which two friends who haven’t spoken in years attempt a rapprochement while trying to extract a dead monkey from behind a radiator is unforgettable — My Sex Life…Or How I Got Into An Argument is also, for no apparent reason, a numbing 178 minutes long. B-