Romantics Anonymous

Now here's a film it would be hard to hate. As inoffensive as a pink champagne truffle, and about as substantial, this French fancy is a modest Gallic take on the type of film that sometimes does very well in America when made by British people.

The slight narrative is split between the perspectives of two people. One is a nervous, beautiful woman who wouldn't say bonjour to a goose, nevermind boo, and who happens to be a genius chococlate maker too chronically shy to take credit for her own work. Trying too woo her is a chocolate factory owner, an equally awkward sort who gets so nervous taking her out to dinner that he hides several changes of shirt in the loos to guard against excessive sweating.

It's all very whimsical, and you know instinctively that all will be happily resolved in a suitably offbeat fashion. Luckily, it's a brief film of about 80 minutes duration - more would be like trying to eat an entire box of those pink champagne truffles at a sitting. But for a light entertainment, you could do a lot worse. One minor quibble would be the attractiveness of the romantic hero - there won't be huge numbers of people in the audience swooning over him, but that's presumably all part of the offbeat independence. In truth, it's only the lack of big glamourous stars that stops this from being a pretty traditional romance, but none the worse for all that.