Niels Schneider (below, center) and Kate Moran (below, left) by its crossing-dressing maid (Nicolas Maury, reclining, in the background). Then by noticeable degrees, the lightness and humor turns darker and lonelier, sadder and deeper, culminating in (as a much more popular and infinitely dumber movie called it), breaking dawn.
Julie Brémond, below, left, who brings an insouciance tempered with, as we soon find, some sadness; and The Stud (Eric Cantona -- below, right, and yes, the famous soccer star turned actor, who here plays a man known for his giant organ who would rather be writing poetry but has let said organ rule his life. We do get quite a lengthy look at the thing, which is itself quite lengthy (and thick). Prosthetic, most likely; if not, M. Cantona is one blessed Frenchman: looks, talent and a truckload of "personality," as one of my female friends calls the male member.
Fabienne Babe, shown below, right.