This is really a terrible film. I don't often write reviews but I really want you to save your money (and btw, I have a copy of this film that I'm selling!). As other reviewers have noted, the first half is much better than the second. Almost credible characters, vaguely erotic situations, some sense of a developing plot. It promises to be a slightly charming, if lightweight, piece of european arthouse cinema. Sadly, half way through, everything goes off the rails; what little sense or story logic there was is utterly abandoned. You get the sense that the makers of this film are reaching for some grand philosophical theme, which they never manage to articulate. And in the meantime narrative credibility is ditched, with nonsensical developments and toe curlingly bad dialogue, which culminates for me in a scene where the protagonist celebrates the return of his memory by lying naked on a beach and, apparently, flirting with his own (barely teenage) son. Let's be clear, I'm a big fan of arthouse cinema - this is incoherent rubbish.