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Isabelle Huppert may be approaching self-parody as an icon of Gallic frigidity, yet the talented writer-director Anne Fontaine puts that to excellent use in this broad, obvious, but consistently funny bedroom farce.

"My Worst Nightmare," though predictable, moves along nicely enough for most of its 99 minutes, thanks to an offbeat chemistry between Huppert (who's very good at looking appalled) and the very relaxed Poelvoorde.

[Huppert] can't get laughs where there are none, and she can't buy a laugh in the movie's second half.

A delightful vehicle for the awesome talent of Isabelle Huppert.