Has there ever been a comedy in which every single joke struck you as equally funny? Just curious, because if the worst thing that Belgian directing duo Benoît Delépine and Gustave Kervern's latest film, "Saint Amour," can be accused of is a certain reckless hit-and-miss quality, it's in pretty good company. A late-festival treat to wash away the brain grime accrued over the previous day's 8-hour Lav Diaz marathon, "A Lullaby To The Sorrowful Mystery," perhaps, or a sweet little bonbon served up as a reward for sticking around for this final weekend when so many others have skedaddled, its joyously tacky humor, and extreme, eccentric lovability, are a tonic and a trip. It shares narrative DNA with about half of the back catalogue of Alexander Payne (equal parts "Nebraska" and "Sideways," with a faint bouquet of "About Schmidt"), but "Saint Amour" is twice as funny as any of them, less...
