A young French cleaning woman suddenly decides she wants to learn chess. One of her clients, an eccentric American widower (Kevin Kline, speaking passable French), obliges. \It turns out she is pretty good, although she has a hard time convincing the local chess intelligentsia of that fact. This being a French movie, s*xual attraction enters the picture. On the other hand, this being a French movie, things don’t progress the way you expect them to. This movie isn’t really about chess, any more than Billy Eliott was about dancing. It’s a metaphor for a woman who discovers, in midlife, what she is really capable of. The Corsican scenery isn’t bad either.