Last night we watched a French film called He Loves me, He Loves Me Not. About a third of the way through I thought it was pretty awful, but then something weird happened in the story and suddenly I was fascinated. You have to see it, but I don't want to spoil anything. Its an interesting illustration, though, of how "facts" don't interpret themselves but always require an interpreter. Plus it has Audrey Tautou of Amelie fame.