A Parisian tour guide turned agoraphobic, her bourgeois sister, the sister's husband, two real estate agents, and a hypochondriac: six characters in search of an antidepressant weave and bump into each other's lives in this engaging comedy of manners. When you least expect it, they reveal their inner thoughts through lines from ballads, lip-synching to Johnny Halliday, Maurice Chevalier, and Edith Piaf. Those old songs speak the unspeakable much as French matinee idols screened the self-image in Mon Oncle d'Amérique. Same Old Song may be Resnais's most delightful film since Mélo, crafted with exquisite comic timing, a bright patina over a complexity of emotions. Dennis Potter, yes; Jacques Demy, maybe. But the only other director one can imagine would even attempt to make a partly sung comedy about mental depression and real estate is the other Allen-Woody. The two share more than their experiments with the curious behavior of the intellectual class: also, a place in the heart for popular classics.