This flaky, if flavorful romantic adventure seems to work off of its own inherent logic and may appeal to fans of the equally ebullient and more poignant Amelie.
A whimsical Wild Grass (Les herbes folles) - in French and fully subtitled - stars Andre Dussollier, Anne Consigny, and Sabine Azema and is directed by esteemed octogenarian Alain Resnais.
It pivots off of Dussollier's Georges finding a wallet in a parking garage and its owner Marguerite (Azema) as peculiar things begins to happen as they'll convocate.
Consigny is Georges' loving wife and Mathieu Amalric (Quantum of Solace) is the intermediary officer of sorts in a tale which isn't pat by any means but has a tidy running time.
The filmmakers cleverly establish a light stream-of-consciousness approach and has a way about it that keeps the onlooker feeling positive finding a resonance from the titular growth that could pop up anywhere.
Because of an indulgent, impulsive, obsessive catalysis, even discerning arthouse cineastes may find this frustrating and challenging to warm up to at times. But, it's another case of being able to let go to happenstance and the possibilities that lie out there as a real and imaginative world seem to co-exist.
Even if the script gradually loses sensibility, the initial voice-overs and thoughts of unique individuals like Georges and Marguerite are amusing and snappy enough as the irrationally embark on a relationship. And, Dussollier and Azema endow their strangers with a certain amount of appealing finesse when it comes to the nebulous and the unexpected.
What stands out in this hardly contrived "land of confusion" is the unflappable eagle-eye vantage point with nimbleness in the camerawork and to the nuances of everyday life that makes Wild Grass a surreal, yet vexatious creative farce.