"...it's just like any old plain diary about sex..."
Without having read the novel of the same name that The Unbearable Lightness of Being was adapted from, I tend to believe that author Milan Kundera's book was more complex than Philip Kaufman's movie leads to suggest.(I have however, read Kundera's Identity, which, staying complex as it is written, would make an interesting avant garde-type movie.) The better title here might have been The Unbearable Lightness of Boredom, because regardless of newcomer Juliette Binoche's spunk, charm and general natural presence, the wishful effectiveness of the sexual mechanics is not complete at all. There is some sexy images, some surprisingly from Lena Olin, but like a person preoccupied with sex, after awhile it becomes dull and repetitive. The Unbearable Lightness of Being doesn't make what's going on seem risque, but conventional and the motivation for the affair and infidelity ("Sex is for entertainment") doesn't work. After awhile, and not that long after it starts, it's just like any old plain diary about sex. And as it is, I am emphasizing the sex far too much; there is far more talk about it than actual show. Once the flow is slowed down from the initial interest in the movie, it goes into a slow monotonous swill. Binoche, so young and fresh-scrubed is adorable and not bad. Daniel Day-Lewis is okay, excessively haughty, and not for the character. His accent is awkward and comes off goofy.Final Verdict: D+.