Perhaps a function of its newly truncated form, this relationship drama feels televisual in its set-up, the echoes between the characters emphasizing further this. Conor's wacky pal is matched by El's kooky sister (Jess Weixler), whilst El's eccentric mom - always with a glass of wine and a cigarette (she's French) - doubles up with Conor's father. The death of a child also feels problematic, a narrative aid to make the lives of these relatively privileged hipsters more interesting. The tentative rapprochement is obstructed by second thoughts and contrivances that seem (for all that this is about grief) entirely throwaway. Chastain is as convincing as ever, but the material feels utterly unworthy of her. Alongside, McAvoy - after slumming it in the moral depths of Filth (2013) - returns to his comfort zone of gurning affability. Ultimately, Benson's Eleanor Rigby disappears into the gap between its rom-com and drama stools, but at least it answers that age-old question: "All the lonely people. Where do they all belong?" Paris, apparently.
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