Romantic comedies about white, college-educated thirtysomethings are a dime a dozen, which is why I had fairly low expectations for 2 Autumns, 3 Winters, despite having read Michael Castelle's laudatory write-up on CINE-FILE over the weekend. Yet this buoyant French indie, which plays again tonight at 6 PM and tomorrow at 8:30 PM at the Gene Siskel Film Center, has little of the smugness or complacency I've come to associate with the genre.…
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