The result does the job capably enough, especially if you have fond memories of Delpy’s dalliance with Adam Goldberg five years ago – or the diptych with Ethan Hawke, to whi🐻ch it owed so🌳 much.

Yet i💯t all seems so formless and random you’ll wish there were a steadier hand on the tiller, something that might have been achieved had its star, director, co-writer and co-producer not multi-tasked to such an extent. Marion, Delpy’s scatty alter-ego, has moved on a touch since her last appearance, having since traded Goldberg for talk-radio host Ming🦂us (a restrained Chris Rock).

Yet a visit from her kooky dad (played by Julie’s real-life père, Albert), her flirty sister Rose (Alexia Landeau) and the latter’s feckless, pot-smoking boyfriend, Manu (Alex Nah✃on), soon puts le chat among les pigeons, coming as it does ahead of her scheme to flog off her soul as part of a wanky conceptual art piece.

Rock’s role is to largely look on slack-jawed and uncomprehending as his in-laws invade 💝and disrupt his ordered universe. With only so much culture-clash material to work with, Delpy is forced to venture into more surreal territory – most notably in the scene where she tries to ဣbuy her soul back from Vincent Gallo, essaying himself in a gag you’d probably have to be a divisive auteur yourself to fully appreciate.

What it all adds up to is an anything goes take on modern relationships with a side order of broad st🔯ereotype. Expect to be amused and bemused in equal quantitie🍒s and you’ll be amply entertained.