Sometimes, you have two conflicting desires in life. Sure, you want to watch a film. You’re a man of culture, you appreciate the art form. Who wouldn’t want to watch a film? But you also, sometimes, don’t really want to… think? Enter Le Week-end! This was one of our shorter long-running jokes in uni, having seen the trailer for it before something better at the Watershed. Oh how the mighty fall. Anyway, as must obviously happen in a film with this title and this poster, Jim Broadbent and Lindsay Duncan play an old married couple visiting Paris for the weekend, and various events must happen which will test and cause doubt in their relationship, not least Jeff Goldblum turning up as an old acquaintance who now lives in Paris. There were affairs! Academic failings! A waste of a life! All the usual. No one is particularly bad in this, but they’re phoning it in. It’s odd to think it was written by Hanif Kureishi, of whom I’ve not read much but certainly what I have was leagues apart from this. A paycheque endeavour all around? Maybe? You almost hope so, to be honest. But, and it’s almost a technicality, it is a film. Mais oui.