Our review of My Rendez-vous with Leo: the widow and the gigolo

The way to do otherwise?

Nancy never had an orgasm and she only slept with her husband, who died two years earlier.

This widow has excuses to afford the services of a gigolo in a hotel room.

This is the first time she has behaved like this.

She repeats it constantly.

We want to believe her.

This former teacher (she taught religion) blushes at her audacity.

The young man comforts her.

Come on, all this is not so serious.

A sip of champagne will make things easier.

The customer changes, swaps her somewhat radada outfit for a babydoll on which she left the label - oops.

There will be four meetings.

Number one ends with a kiss.

The second begins with a list of experiences that she wants to discover and that she reads like a sommelier would announce the wine list.

The moment is so important that she puts her glasses on her nose.

Leo Grande takes it lightly.

This boy is not ashamed of his job and he knows how to reduce the inhibitions of the stuck sexagenarian.

When he clinks glasses, he's the type to raise his glass

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The woman melts.

They talk, beat around the bush.

Her children have disappointed her: her son annoys her and her daughter keeps calling her from Barcelona.

Leo, he no longer sees his mother to whom he told that he worked on a derrick in the North Sea (no joke).

Of course, they didn't give themselves their real names.

He is calm, professional, polite.

She is nervous, feverish, clumsy.

Yes, she always faked it.

This will no doubt be able to be arranged.

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The scenario is clever, sensitive, inflated.

It touches on topics not so often covered.

Aging, frustration, priced love are evoked with striking humor and commendable accuracy.

We had to walk on eggshells.

It is not trivial that the dialogues and the realization are signed by two women.

It is appropriate to salute - hats off - Emma Thompson.

We know that she was a great actress.

Something else is happening.

She lowers her guard, entrusts the heroine with a deep personality, passes from uncertainty to revelation.

Pleasure is slow learning.

There is an already unforgettable scene where the actress considers her bare body in the mirror, with its flaws, the reaching of age.

The mysterious smile that then appears on his face.

This is great art.

It is difficult to decide which of its rivals would have been capable of such a challenge.

It's a Stradivari.

The couple she forms with the elegant Daryl McCormack produces sparks.

Chemistry works, in this pas de deux, this ballet on crumpled sheets.

Subversion takes refuge in this London suite, bathed in a Philip Roth atmosphere.

Real feminism these days costs the price of a movie ticket.

It cannot be refused.

In addition, it is certainly less expensive than the services of Léo Grande.

Come on, room service.

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rating : 3/4