This film really made me angry. A woman who does not have a bad husband, is not badly treated, has two small children, but who simply wears the same miserable martyr face every day, and does not communicate, does not see how she is creating tension and problems in her family, even though her husband begs her to talk to him. She looks at herself in the mirror with the only semblance of interest in anything, throughout the movie. After she escapes to Paris and wastes an opportunity to do anything of interest, she is seen to meet up with her husband, then she is walking away from the camera in a park. If that means she has left her family, that is most likely a good thing. The end.