Moscow newscaster Vera comes home to find her ad-exec boyfriend in bed with a younger man, setting up an Almodóvar-like ménage à trois comedy. Montage outbursts and overall stylistic spasticity make the film’s timeline even more confusing than its titular pronouns, and the attempts to satirize Russia’s rapacious post-Communist economic landscape never cohere. Still, You I Love is not without its loopy charms. Indeed, the film is most buoyant when most over-the-top—there’s a fetishistic scene in which Vera gets a body treatment that appears to be a cross between bondage and electroconvulsive shock therapy. Given the attractive leads and the casual, utopian take on queer sexuality—anathema to the “moral values” crowd—there are worse ways to while away these gloomy post-election days.