Although I did not consider "les corps impatients" as a masterpiece, I think the director did an interesting job in filming bodies (ailing bodies, healthy bodies, tattooed bodies, desired bodies, rejected bodies...). Charlotte's pain - physical of course, but also and mainly her psychological discomfort when she understands that she might die and that the world will not stop revolving for all that, that her loved one will love somebody else and therefore will forget a little bit about her - is palpable and well expressed. Laura Smet (who by the way is no famous pop star in France... where did you get that???), here in her first movie, proves to be a promising actress (like her mum?).

Just the kind of film that gives French cinema a bad rep: incredibly boring, dull, overblown trash about coming-of-age uneasiness, sex without love and so on. Hasn't all this been forever buried with the worst of 70s cinema ? Lord, we even have teen angst pangs and struggling with illness subplots, and all filmed with leaden camera-work by a director with as much lightness of touch as an anvil. Keep the guy away from a camera, for God's sake! The film's only selling point seemingly was the nude appearance of a French pop singer as the 'star' of this dud. Good grief! Better read the tabloids if you're into that sort of thing. What a waste of celluloid!!

The film features a quiet, observing performance by Laura Smet, as a young French woman dealing with a disease and the end of her life as she knows it.Her boyfriend, Paul, may or may not be in love with her, and vice versa; her hospitalization only complicates the issue. He cares about her, up to a point (though, the fact that he smokes around her even when he knows the nature of her diagnosis comes off as more than a little disrespectful). She becomes increasingly more resentful, bitter and impossible, especially with the arrival of a cousin she hasn't seen if years. EAGER BODIES is reminiscent of Lars Von Trier's BREAKING THE WAVES, both in look and with a girlfriend pushing her lover toward another. The cousin would seem to be a perfect match. But, there's the flaw: there's no real connection between these two individuals outside of basic sexual attraction and being drawn together by circumstance. I wish one of them had taken a second to acknowledge that fact, but since neither one does, at least _his_ top priority must be sex. And, so one could reasonably conclude that he doesn't truly love his dying girlfriend, so why should we care if he is happy after she's gone? Why should we care that she would care? There's no investment in these characters, and the film is ultimately rather passive, even when it takes a turn for the violent. I also found a three way sex scene to be as unconvincing as it was unnecessary.Still, Smet is good. I appreciate the subdued tone of the film, and the actors are attractive. Not bad for a winding down Sunday evening on the festival circuit.

This was a great experience in cinema. The film is very silent and realy moving. The cast is extraordinary. I fell into kind of trance by watching the human beauty which is this film about. Very rare that a film takes me so far away and let me be so much with it. I was ready to sit 8 hours in the cinema and was very full of emotion when I had to leave it.