3.5 stars really.

Love - the french way. Sadness, identity, longing. And poetry.

Arthur Dreyfuss is just a guy (good-looking, yes, but still just a guy) with his potential uknown, his heart still unopened (as a bud in the spring) and longing, as his heart was hurt by the tragedy in his family in his past - the tragedy what has hurted him a lot more than he has realized. His sister had died and this had destroyed his family.

But one day the unimaginable has had happened. The beauty of all beauties is staying in front of his door. The one every man is longing and lusting after. The living image of Scarlett Johansson.
Her name is Jeanine Foucamprez and she has been cursed by being the most beautiful girl in the world, as every man is longing and lusting after her body and image, but not the true her, not her heart.
Until Arthur.
This is their short-lived love story.

Very, very French story. With their cheekiness, their openness, with their ability to show the common things in the new light. With their physicality (this is not a clean read, but it is not a vulgar read either). With their love for beauty. With their total honesty. With their infatuation with melancholy. With their reasoning and their lack of reason.

Beautiful, but sad.
And I hate the ending.