A weird one, this. It's set in France, made by Europeans, but don't be
fooled - it's a gooey feelgood confection clearly aimed at American
multiplexes, Miramax masquerading as art-house. Binoche plays a
glamorous chocolate maker who brings sexuality and sugary treats to a
repressed little town. It's slickly done and sweet enough, but rather
sickly as attempted modern fairy-tales go; this is no Fisher King,
Edward Scissorhands, or even Gilbert Grape.
