Swimming Pool
I saw the French film Swimming Pool; I enjoyed it ok, but not great. A British mystery author feels in a rut and goes to a lovely house in the French countryside for a break, and unexpectedly encounters the daughter of the house's owner who's also staying there. It was interesting to compare with Lost In Translation (from a couple nights ago)... both are rather slow and have small moments in the lives of a pair who connect for a short while (and both characters were not in their normal surroundings, especially Rampling's). But I liked Lost In Translation much more, I think because the 2 characters were so much more likable and sympathetic. In Swimming Pool, we have Charlotte Rampling's author who's terribly stiff and prim and somewhat bitchy, and Ludivine Sagnier's young rebellious slut. The actors' performances are good, but the characters are just not people I'd particularly want to know in real life. Both seem somewhat bitter (but eventually warm up to each other and become somewhat more likable).

The movie does have some excellent scenes, and it takes some unusual interesting ambiguous twists ... does a crime occur? It had me and Wendy talking afterward about what it meant and what really happened.

And Sagnier frequently wears very little as she lounges about the swimming pool, which I won't complain about.