If you are fond of linear plots in which one event leads to another and the whole leads to a more or less apparent conclusion, "Le divorce" is not likely to leave much of an impression on you. It is not even one of those typical Merchant Ivory films which hark back nostalgically to Victorian England or the times of the Raj. "Le divorce" is something like a voyeur peep into the life of two families, one upper-crust French, the other high-brow American, which are bound together by the couple whose marriage is drifting apart. The plot's dramatic flair has not been exploited enough, but as a work of art the film is delicious, especially if you like anything French: superb decors, shots of Paris, the understated stardom of a plush Hermès Kelly bag and Leslie Caron's appearance as the embodiment of French chic and cartesian rationale...all these things should appeal to you. Glenn Close is also breathtaking as ever as the American writer who after many years of living in Paris has impeccably assimilated the best of both cultures. This is not a film for a rainy afternoon or for people who seek to beguile their jaded senses. It is a film for the dilettanti, the bon vivants, to be savoured fully like a vintage bordeaux.