A good-looking guy, frolics with blonde wife and two lovely preschoolers in a 1965 type of colorful countryside with Mozart wind quartet in the backgroud. Too much. Bring me the bucket, I'll throw-up lunch breakfast and all of yesterday's meals. He has an affair with a local blond beauty who has no other interest in life than to wait for him and make profound statements in a profound voice tone. Life is beautiful and so are her t***. He tells wife during the sunday picnic in a natural loving kind of way. They make love in the weeds while kids are asleep. They always fall asleep when grown-ups tell them to. He falls into sleep (guys always do) to find-out wife has drowned herself in a beautiful pond surrounded by beautiful folks. He goes off in the setting sun with kids and mistress during the next sunday picnic. Did I miss something. Is this what life was meant to be or is this just another 95 minutes long commercial-like pic? The person who told me I should see it pretends it made a big difference for her. She had an "open-marriage" without her husband ever knowing about it. Where did you put that bucket?