The director admits that his first love is the theater, and all the scenes in the theater - rehearsals, performance - have a certain credibility that's often lacking in "backstage" films. Synopsized, the plot might seem maudlin: a passionate affair threatened by a serious illness. But the film is essentially a romantic comedy anchored by a sensational performance by the director as an unassuming nervous type - but someone entirely at home in the theater. The director has claimed that the film was produced at a cost of $400,000, thus putting the usual bloated-budget American and French films to shame. And one more thing: Only a director who loves actresses would give them as many crying scenes as there are in this film.