Don’t let the forgettable title fool you: Charline Bourgeois-Tacquet’s “A Woman’s Life” is far more memorable than all that. It’s also far more contained than the word “life” would have you believe. Instead, the “Anaïs in Love” filmmaker uses her sophomore feature to zoom in on an often-overlooked period in a woman’s existence: later middle age, when concerns about work and love and sex and friendship become tangled with the crush and worry of aging, on all fronts.

We meet Gabrielle (the always-captivating Léa Drucker) in the throes of passion, by way of a lushly shot sex scene, all sweat and limbs and flesh. Titillating, sure, though cinematographer Noé Bach’s sensitive lensing makes it all feel more evocative than just erotic. What’s most important about this early introduction is clear: Gabrielle is a woman who throws herself fully into everything. Love-making over? She’s out the door, ready to do anything from getting her aging mother the care she needs to running her own unit at the ailing French public hospital where she specializes in no less than rebuilding injured people’s faces.

That gusto is good and necessary, because everyone, it seems, depends on Gabrielle, a feeling that will likely strike chords with many of its female audience members. Her husband Henri (Charles Berling) needs her. His (to be clear: his, not hers) kids need her. Her patients need her. Her staff needs her. The very hospital itself, trapped in the middle of a massive remodeling, seems to need her. Her mother (Marie-Christine Barrault) needs her. And her sister and her nephew, and God, you get it.

Gabrielle is at the center of all things, but what about her center? Well, it’s not going to hold.

And there’s no one better to portray that than Drucker, who has become one of our foremost portrayers of women on the edge. Her recent Cesar-winning turns in both “Case 137” and “Custody,” plus her stunning work in “Last Summer” (which Bourgeois-Tacquet specifically references in the film‘s official press notes) exemplify her skill in the space. She’s not prone to big temper tantrums, outsized emotions, wild passions, but something far more intimate, more deeply-held. She’s on the edge, yes, but she’s not unraveling. She can’t.

The film flips through nearly a dozen chapters — with titles as compelling as “Alter Ego” and “Pity” and as plain as “The End of a Relationship” and “I Want It All” — over the course of a few key years in Gabrielle’s life. At first, it’s unclear if we’re simply watching vignettes of changes both large and small (will a fight with Henri end their relationship? will the departure of her closest ally at the hospital ruin her unit’s work? will her mother be OK?), as Bourgeois-Tacquet keeps them moving along at a steady clip.

Eventually, however, a focus reveals itself. Early on, Gabrielle welcomes a curious author (Mélanie Thierry) into her operating theater. Frida is writing a book about a female surgeon, and is eager to do some hands-on research. Gabrielle’s work in facial reconstruction is fascinating stuff, both to Frida and the audience (here is a doctor whose work goes beyond healing, she often fully changes her patients, not always for good), so the pairing makes sense. But then Frida… never quite goes away.

She drifts in and out of most of the film’s chapters. First, she’s just a bystander, then she pops up at a work event. Soon, she’s sending Gabrielle flowers and taking her to dance performances. News about the book is slim, almost worryingly so. Is there really a book? Is Frida writing something else entirely? While a sticky sense of tension moves in each time Frida appears on the screen, “A Woman’s Life” eventually reveals both why she’s there and what she’s actually going to do to upend Gabrielle’s life. Like life itself, it feels a bit disappointing.

Despite the full-bodied nature of the film in its first half — a great big breathing thing that feels vérité in its scope and ambition — as Gabrielle’s obsession with Frida grows, things narrow. The character narrows. Her life narrows. And while the vast majority of people understand what it feels like to be so consumed with a paramour that everything else slips away, it’s a tough pill to swallow with someone like Gabrielle, whose incredibly full (for better and worse) life is the very subject of this film. It also doesn’t help that Frida’s flightiness — here is a woman not at all bound by the sort of concerns that batter Gabrielle’s everyday existence — isn’t very appealing.

Not that Frida is not — Thierry’s combination of stunning face and comfy-in-her-skin way of carrying herself is very appealing — but it doesn’t compute that Gabrielle’s entire life would be upended by anyone, least of all someone who doesn’t seem to care much about anything. But even that feeling will pass, as everything else does in life, the transient emotions and aims of Bourgeois-Tacquet’s ultimately proving to be the most lasting of the endeavor. This “life” is a feeling, and it is one that sticks.

Grade: B-

“A Woman’s Life” premiered at the 2026 Cannes Film Festival. It is currently seeking U.S. distribution.

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