Director: Chantal Akerman
Year Released: 2004
A writer of pornographic stories (Sylvie Testud) has her widowed mother move in with her, but the two can't settle into any place and are taken with residence hopping. I'm guessing this is intended to be mostly a comedy but the humor is incredibly dry and there doesn't seem to be much of a point except to capture the whimsy of these individuals and the people they meet while either looking for places to live or selling their apartments. The lack of seriousness - in light of the more self-importance French films of the year (like Ma Mère and Look at Me) - is a relief, but there's not much to this aside from watching people smoke, which, by the way, will make you itchy if you're trying to quit. I'd swear the Philip Morris corporation was an underwriter.