Even the French can't find this arrangement tenable over the long haul. I was right: It's a different world from the Catholic one I grew up in, but it seems the same demons show up in different disguises. I had assumed the French Four Lovers approach would be the opposite: open, relaxed, sensitive, sensual, and surviving.
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But it is full of witty dialogue that helps us deconstruct their astonishing selfishness and disregard for feelings. Unlike Mike Nichols' Closer, starring Julia Roberts and Clive Owen, which has a similar situation with four acquaintances unfaithful to each other, Closer has a decidedly US/Brit clandestine, guilt cast to it.
The film's so cool as to be almost passionless. But then it's discomforting not to have discourse among the principals about their infidelities. It's unusual not to witness crying and shouting as the inevitable challenges arise. And then it's all still very much subdued.
Only when the kids need attention or a diary is read does the edginess of this hanky-panky surface. Sensuality abounds through most of the film with no apparent jealousy as everyone knows what's up. Oh, in Four Lovers it's initially easy enough, as attractive as the principals are and as conducive the circumstances: Vincent (Nicolas Duvaunchelle), a blonde boy/man with tattoos and Web designing occupation, connects with Rachel (Marina Fois), a boutique jeweler her husband, Franck (Roschdy Zem), is a coffee-table erotic book writer/photographer, who through deft massaging connects with Vincent's Teri, a former Olympic gymnast of half American blood. "Physical infidelity is the signal, the notice given, that all fidelities are undermined." Katherine Anne Porter Polyamory is tricky for the best of lovers, so put two couples into mate-swapping, with kids in the mix and professions pushing time limits, and you have a perfectly French sex drama not easy on anyone involved. As their feelings become more complicated they're forced to question modern relationships, responsibilities and how possible it really is to be in love with more than one person at a time. At first they consensually agree to set no rules and enjoy themselves. Soon they are regularly putting their sex lives on shuffle, passionately partner-swapping with an abandon that is both respectful and injurious to their ongoing marriages. Everyone is mildly shocked, yet more intrigued and they handle it with a rather jejune sophistication. After they've shared a few drops of wine and a large dose of metaphor, all revolving around a ping-pong table, Teri and Franck kiss. The instant physical chemistry between Teri and Rachel's husband, Franck is also obvious. Everything is very pleasant, relaxed and shabby-chic, very savoir-vivre. It isn't long before Rachel invites Vincent and his wife Teri to dinner. When Rachel's jewelry business delivers to her web designer Vincent, their mutual attraction is readily apparent. Story of two comfortable, affably married Parisian couples.
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