Look, this is Woody Allen's final film—a French-language thriller that critics respected but audiences found merely okay (6.4 on IMDb tells the story). It's competently made, beautifully shot, and explores the dark side of chance encounters and jealousy.

But let's be real: this is not for kids, not for teens, and honestly not for most adults unless you're specifically in the mood for a bleak Parisian noir where nobody wins and everyone's morally compromised. The 'chance' of the title leads to an affair, which leads to a husband hiring a hitman, and it all spirals from there.

If you're an adult who enjoys psychological thrillers and can separate art from artist (Allen's baggage is real), you might appreciate the craftsmanship. But this isn't enriching in any meaningful developmental way—it's just a well-made downer about terrible people making terrible choices.

For Screenwise purposes? This scores low because it has zero application to family viewing and offers little beyond 'watch bad things happen to flawed people in nice apartments.'