Like a tequila sunrise made with ouzo: a lot of different elements that don't mix, never gel, and leave you with a bad taste in your mouth. A woman (the splendid Camille Cottin) sees a Rembrandt painting in a museum so worries about climate change in her nuclear power plant job. The film means well and nothing, really, because the meaning is lost in all the philosophical posturing. Rembrandt makes as much sense as an existentialist teaching calculus in art class when he embraces the blackboard and weeps.