If you don't like this, we can't be friends.

It's easily one of the freshest, sharpest and most enjoyable films of this year.

It's a movie as timely as it is provocative and amazingly, for much of its running time, it is weirdly funny.

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

This film has the best sex scenes. You can tell it's about obsession. Early 1990s were a period when a lot of that sort of sex-obsessed films were released. I guess people got tired of AIDS and decided to focus on other not-so-minor problems caused by illicit sex. Jeremy Irons and Juliette Binoche are both wonderful in it. They are two intelligent people turned on by danger and unfortunately, they find each other. I love the contemporary late eighties-early nineties costumes, when men and women didn't dress like slobs. Jeremy looks so sexy in his suits. Miranda Richardson as his wife does a wonderful job, especially when she cries. Rupert Graves as his unassuming son and Leslie Caron as Juliette's (Anna's) mother are also great. Photography and set design look like out of Tina Turner's video - not a bad thing at all. It's a highly enjoyable erotic drama.

..have watched this film couple-three times through the years.. and really do very much like all the actors involved.. but it's a clear and simple case of an over exaggerated script and similar direction.. in real life, unless you're mentally incapacitated, you know there are actual consequences to your actions, yet here you have two seemingly highly intelligent individuals blowing up their entire lives, and those of loved ones around them, all for a totally unworkable relationship.. and then one of the final scenes ices it.. the two of them flailing around in bed like no other on-screen couple you've seen before or since.. really, had they just toned it down a notch or two overall.. it would have come off sooo much better..

I don't see why this movie was nominated for an Oscar because I felt Binoche or Richardson ever suited the roles they play. Bionche looked more of the wife part than the lover part and Richardson didn't really act well as the wife at all. She might as well have been a supporting character or not bother being involved in this film at all. She just doesn't suit the lead part in my opinion. Jermery Irons was the only one to watch in this movie but, I think its better if other actors were good as well. Its a pity that it didn't make me feel entertained or curious. I've watched better romantic movies than this and I'm afraid it wasn't the right film for me to watch......

The title here is like a punchline to a joke. In a near two hour film, we have an exceptionally slow plodding story, as if somehow the horrible tragedy near it's end, pays off, which it does on a first view. We feel the whole of this told film in a necessity up to that point. And lets be honest, watching the nubile Irons and Binoche, get it on, we almost wish a re run of the seamy scenes in Basic Instinct, replaced it. There is no eroticism, or chemistry, whatsoever. However I can't say I hated the film. It least does have some humping, whatever, one scene in particular has Binoche covering Iron's eye, while like skyward, dreamily. Irons works as a minister in Parliament, whatever, has a loving and supportive wife, the great Miranda Richardson, the acting stealer here. He lives in riches, has a beautiful teen daughter, a little rebellious sort, and a successful son (Rupert Graves) great too, who works for a paper and who's fiancée', is fatally Binoche. So we, know some sort of Damage is gonna eventuate. For men, cheating is almost second nature. Personally I think Irons character is such an idiot, in part he gets what he deserves at the end of this movie, though you do feel a tad sorry for him. I think Richardson is far sexier than Binoche, but we all know opinions tend to very. This drama, actually a class about it, as in it's slow pacing, where we other family, in one scene Binoche's ex, played by Peter Stormare, in an unusually calm role. What damage does at the end though, leaves you with an afterthought, about the consequences of cheating, where losing the ones we love, comes at a much heavier price. The title artistry is great, with each letter fading onto the screen, of course, in slow succession.