Featuring the fabulous Jean Seberg, who was persecuted to death, and who kept making us think of Scarlett Johannson, in clearly two conjoined stories about the same expat in Paris, written by Irwin Shaw, who one presumes spent some time there. In the first she is romanced by a somewhat odd young man, Philippe Forquet; a few years later her dad Addison Powell comes to visit and she's in love with intense Stanley Baker while scarily the surgeon she's going to marry instead is the spit of daddy (who comes out with line "I don't drink, but when I'm retired I'm going to soak it up and let my hands shake like Autumn leaves").
Jack Hedley is another lover,
Thunderball's Claudine Auger has a bit part as his girlfriend, Moustache is the barman.
It's rather good and actually is set in Paris, as viewed by the prolific Michel Kelber.
Sony release shows opening credits in 1.66:1 then crops it to 1.85:1, which is frankly a stupid thing to do.
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