A contrived but watchable comedy of premarital cold feet, “When Angels Interfere…” explores the gray areas between doing what your entourage expects and doing — well, just about anything else that pops into your head or distracts your libido. One of the weaker entries in a recent spate of pics about twenty- and thirtysomething Parisians, lightweight first film for helmer-co-writer Crystel Amsalem tackles worthy themes via selfish, confused characters who inspire scant sympathy.
Widowed mother Gigi (Andrea Ferreol) is delighted in a stereotypical Jewish way that her daughter Esther (Laurence Cote), a bookshop clerk and aspiring novelist, is getting married to David (Alexandre Brasseur), a doctor, in six weeks. But David feels carnally drawn to his fiancee’s best friend, pot-smoking babe Maya (Emilie Albert). Esther experiences her own doubts about the marriage when her old classmate Adam (Fabio Zenoni) resurfaces. Meanwhile, unhampered by a so-so voice, Esther’s casually bisexual younger sister Judith (Alysson Paradis) performs at a distinguished Paris club. Upshot of bed-hopping shenanigans is that nobody knows what he or she really wants, but they at least figure out what they don’t want. Thesps who play Maya and Judith look somewhat similar, which may confuse some viewers.