That is maybe the only movie from those usually named "erotic" that you can put on your shelf together with "The last tango in Paris". One can write about this film a lot, but I will concentrate on what makes you watch it for the second, third, fourth time. It is a movie about Passion, about the time in a relationship when there is no point of return, about when love and hate are one deep feeling, which is called Passion. The story is not what is the most interesting here, the characters are. All four are brilliantly casted by Roman Polanski. Two girls show two totally different sexualities: one open, aggressive (Emmanuelle Seigner) and the other (Kristine Scott Thomas)- hidden, but it's like a volcano inside a sleeping mountain. When Seigner pours milk over herself during usual breakfast it's one of the most exciting moments in cinema, forget "9 and 1/2 weeks". Two male characters also oppose one another: Peter Coyote, a-never-will-be-Scott-Fitzgerald, who wants to reach an end in everything, whatever it will bring to him; and Hugh Grant, an emotional coward afraid of anything connected to deep feelings. The story of Coyote and Seigner relationship affects differently the other pair but to reveal in what way will kill some part of potential viewer's interest...