Le Pere Des Mes Enfants (The Father Of My Children)

This pleasant, occasionally moving, and always uneven film isn't particulalry memorable, but is fine to sit to sit through for a afternoon or evening of escapism at the cinema.
Paris is beatiful, as is the countryside, and the weather is always nice. It is shot comfortingly enough, the kids are cute and their isn't a huge sense of tension or worry about the film (despite the subject manner). The female adolescent lead is also completely charming, and if she or anyone she knows is reading this, we would very much like to have her round for a civilized dinner party.
This film starts off on this pleasant trajectory, and we, for a long time, think we are in for a mild-peril, but utterly comforting and escapist film. And then something happens. The film doesn't turn particularly grim or tension filled, but it undoubtedly changes (in content if not character), and we have a different exploration.
Perhaps the second half of the film was meant to be the whole film, but wasn't long enough, so the first section lasts an extra half hour. It doesn't seem, because of the odd timing, to realy go anywhere. In a non-angry way the changes can be a little jarring, and lead one to not take the film entirely seriously. This dosne't mean it still isn't pleasant to watch, with a bit of curiousity mixed in.
Not many films deal so accurately and precisely with the film industry, and this may explain this film getting green lighted. It deserved this though, it's decent enough, if for abovementioned reasons not exactly special.