A struggling singing duo find their career gaining momentum. But when one of them (Christopher Lambert) becomes involved with a married woman (Catherine Deneuve), he seems more focused on her than the music which causes friction between him and his partner (Richard Anconina). Exceedingly mediocre and so problematic that I don't know where to start. The duo seems based on a Hall and Oates type but the songs they sing are generic mindless pop, the kind of stuff that you would switch channels if listening to the radio. Lambert and Anconina's singing voices are dubbed (or appear to be) and seem tinny and doesn't seem to emanate from them. Plus, and this is especially true of the stunningly awful Anconina, they don't have a real singer's bearing or stance, watching them lip sync while bopping around the stage is painful to watch. It's a stretch to believe that they're sought after pop stars. One wonders what Deneuve is doing here in what is essentially a supporting role with top billing. And perhaps most importantly but danced around, the two guys seem bi-sexual, more interested in each other than their women (Anconina is paired with Gayle Haddon). When Lambert spends time with Deneuve, Anconina has a jealous hissy fit and there are more kissing scenes between the guys than with their ladies. Aptly, the film's last shot has the two guys holding hands. The film's biggest surprise is that the crappy songs were written by the great Michel Legrand (lyrics by Gene McDaniel). Directed by Elie Chouraqui. With Charlotte Gainsbourg, Jacques Perrin and Nick Mancuso.