There are just some books that shouldn't be made into movies because plot is not the main focus. Margaurite Duras' book was one of them, and this movie is the proof. While certainly one of the most erotic movies I've ever seen, and the cinematography can't be faulted, the movie lacks the language, POV switches (from first to third and back), and the stream-of-consciousness transitions that made the book work so well. Without those key elements, what's left is a movie that shows the "reality" but not enough of the art.
Review of The Lover
