In recent years, more and more films by French director Benoît Jacquot (A Single Girl, Seventh Heaven) have found their way to America, and these tantalizing glimpses of his singular vision have proven enticing. Jacquot has a knack for the exploration of sexual politics through relatively unconventional means, and his films have a recognizably sterile, brightly lit quality to them. His latest, The School Of Flesh, stars the great Isabelle Huppert as a wealthy woman who deals with middle age by spontaneously embarking on an affair with a mysterious young hustler (Vincent Martinez). Unfortunately, contrary to the provocative title, the results are not terribly interesting. While the acting is excellent and the filmmaking exquisite, The School Of Flesh itself is yet another dry example of l'amour fou, a plodding and undynamic mismatched-relationship movie that goes just where you'd expect it to go. The psychological games between the confident Huppert and the equally arrogant Martinez are complicated by the neediness and fragility of both characters—and The School Of Flesh does have something to say about love, lust, and materialism, however generic—but, for the most part, the movie is a repetitive, if benign, bore.