Really, you're kidding yourself if you can't see how the lesbian subject matter here is just a front for the film’s leeriness. Bad dialogue with pretty faces is still bad dialogue. And extreme close-ups of a pensive girl's mouth, over and over again, are not exactly what I'd call sympathetic. The actresses are fine (if a bit dreamy), but the fundamental problem, here, is that we're never asked to partake in their longing, we’re never compelled to FEEL what they feel—instead, we're made to observe them purely as pretty things with a potential for nudity, and it gets tiring. The sub Abby Winters sex scenes are unfuckingremarkable artistically-speaking. The storyline follows the run-of-the-mill, falling in love/boredom/having an affair arc, never once compelling us to invest in it. Subtract the bedhead-fetish from the equation, and you have a whole lot of hype. I’m sorry but Kieslowski did desire a million times better than this.