This is perhaps what passes for puff-piece, light-comedic adult films in France, which is saying something quite positive about contemporary French pop cinema. A man (Daniel Auteuil) finds out that he actually has no friends (only acquaintances and colleagues) and sets out to find a friend in order to settle a bet with his co-worker (the radiant Julie Gayet).

The plot ends up having enough holes to drive a taxi through, but for some reason it all works so well. It’s a difficult thing, reflecting upon friendship between two men as they express their feelings without it seeming maudlin. Most buddy movies, for example, don’t concern themselves with the nature of buddies, they just take friendship for granted. This film does the opposite, creating a buddy film where the entire pursuit is for that closeness of friendship two men can share, a closeness that’s at once secure and tacit.

The direction is deft, performances fine, and the finale a fun time, but it all seems to be an admixture of heavy reflection upon trust and a light, silly troll through a mid-life friendship crisis. It certainly does not take a genius to see where the script is going some ten minutes into the flick, but, again, that didn’t seem to detract from the film. In the end, it was an enjoyable, light film to kick off the morning. Discussions about an English language remake (it bears the same tone as another French-to-Hollywood transplant, Three Men and a Baby) may be happening as I type…