"Suggested better title: Incestuous Lesbian French Maids."
A misleading title, if for no other reason than the provenance of it is defined only in the antecedent chapter of this dreary, impecunious chambermaids’ “diary.”A more fitting title, and perhaps one that would attract an even larger audience, if not more selective, could unbegrudgingly be found along the lines of Incestuous Lesbian Maids, or touched up as Incestuous Lesbian French Maids. No matter the level or length of longanimity one invests in the [highly-] expectant dénouement, it never quite quenches the rewarding nature of any of the aforementioned prospects. As an exercise in volition, it appeals in a masochistic demeanor (which could arguably be the audience this is for), and the frosty, pensive disposition of the filmmakers and the characters contribute to the visual look and feel of anemia. Jean-Pierre Denis’ quiet approach to the stentorian amorality and fetid machinations brand him heavily as either voyeur or nihilist, with a perverse sense of pessimism in both directions.
With Sylvie Testud and Julie-Marie Parmentier.[See it if you must.]