God-DAMN, this movie was a mess! French writer hires an Afro-French housekeeper; at the end of their first meeting, he's afraid she's thinking about cooking and eating him, because SAVAGE FROM THE DARK CONTINENT, and at the end their marriage is presided over by her father, wearing all his finest bones in his hair... but in between-parts, she schools the fuck out of him on Pirandello and Sartre, and ghost-writes one of his novels, so it's okay I guess not okay it's complicated not okay.
And then there's the constant queer under-current; the movie addresses actor Mauricio Garces' pretty-apparent gayness every five minutes, with half the male characters coming on to his character and the other half trying to defend…