Sex, Love & Therapy

Absurd to the point of self-destruction, co-screenwriter and director Tonie Marshall's French romantic comedy Sex, Love & Therapy wears out its welcome very quickly, despite the beautiful Sophie Marceau in a leading role as a relentless sex addict. As Judith, Marceau's sensualist character is first seen in an illicit liaison with a client she meets through her sales executive job in Asia. Returning to Paris after being fired, Judith's fantasy about legions of naked men moving through the streets telegraphs that she is not about to change her ways anytime soon. Irony of ironies—and completely unbelievable—Judith somehow joins the psychotherapy practice of Lambert (Patrick Bruel), a former commercial pilot sublimating his own out-of-control horndog tendencies by treating dysfunctional couples. How two untrained people become professional psychologists is never explained, but such leaps in logic are typical of a movie that would also have a viewer believe that a small army of nameless women would have sex with the middle-age Lambert in a club bathroom while Judith makes a tipsy confession to a man dressed as a squirrel. Bubbly, slightly screwball, but not even remotely credible, this is not recommended. (T. Keogh)