"An American foreign" film capturing, not a story line over time, but temporal romances, sexual habits of people built over a lifetime, acted out neurotically. This film reminds me of the Pices twin fishes. One blond, one brunette, the other brunetter is the mirror image of the first brunette who cannot do as she wishes sexually, so the 2nd brunette "The bat-shit crazy chick,the stick of dynamite that explodes with sexual intensity" fills in for her. The Pices fish swim counterintuitively, intuitively, either leaving a relationship, or staying in one they want to leave but, conflicted, don't. This isn't a story, or is the oldest story. Acted idiosyncratically, this film captures the very essence of human sexual confusion, restiveness, monogamy in the style of the French foreign films. I always knew Woody Allen's mind worked in a foreign manner, and this film cracks Allen's skull open again to reveal another twisted,section of his cortex, the gray areas of human morality, sexuality, joy and misery. Not a spectacular achievement, but Allen's writing, acting and directing set the bar so very high and he's bound to miss a leap every so often. This film is worth seeing, just don't expect a brilliant film. Expect to see yourself, your spouse, your parents, your teenagers crisscrossing the territory of desire and ambivalence.