Milan Kundera's slight novel about love, sex and morality in the Prague
Spring becomes a ponderous film. Day-Lewis is suitably intellectual
and rakish as the out-of-work doctor dividing his time between his
beautiful young wife (a vapid Binoche) and his older, more experienced
mistress (Olin). The book's political allegory was lost on everyone
(including the director), making the film a pseudy wank accompanied by
a Euro-porn soundtrack.
