Laure Calamy, left, and Olivia Côte in Two Tickets to Greece (Greenwich Entertainment)

Two Tickets to Greece could not be more fortysomething, female, feel-good, and French. This odd-couple buddy comedy may elicit many mild chuckles and a laugh out loud or two. Perfect for summer, it’s light, sweet, and bubby as a Kir royale.

Stars Laure Calamy and Olivia Côte faced off in a decisive, bristling confrontation in Calamy’s 2020 hit comedy, My Donkey, My Lover & I. Two Tickets reunites the sparring couple for a longer stretch, with Calamy reprising a similar loveable ditz and Côte once more playing a more reserved, uptight type. This time, though, Côte brings an edge of bitterness to the mix. Her character, Blandine, is disgruntled and unhappy after being dumped by her husband. 

In search of a diversion, Blandine reaches out to a long-lost friend from middle school, a friend she herself dumped and avoided. The reunion at a restaurant with loud, man-crazy madcap and fibber Magalie (Calamy) is not exactly a success, so imagine Blandine’s horreur when she finds out that her concerned son has arranged a trip to the Greek island of Amorgos for the two to lift his mother’s spirits and get her out of the house. The pair are soon on the road to misadventure, bopping around sun-kissed hotels, ferries, and beaches. They bump upon new exploits (and men), reset a rocky friendship, and ideally find themselves.

Director Marc Fitoussi doesn’t offer any situations you haven’t seen before. The movie’s charm lies in the leads’ performances. Her slight buck teeth giving her face a childish eagerness, Calamy reveals glimpses of the anxiety that underlies Magalie’s goofy, audacious disco-bunny persona. Craggy Côte finds comic payoffs in Blandine’s social awkwardness and fuming vexation. Anger can register differently in France than in America: Given that Blandine and French women generally don’t bother to sugarcoat irritation or hide it behind “It’s not you, it’s me” bromides, Côte gets to build a far more impressive head of bile than women typically express in American movies.

Another ace Two Tickets stores up its sleeve is the late-ish appearance of Kristin Scott Thomas, playing against her usual cerebral type as a sexy hippie earth mother and sympathetic ear to both of the occasionally warring frenemies. Scott Thomas brings a note of warmth and que sera sera worldliness to the scenario, which ends, as we probably knew it would, on a note of reconciliation and kindness.

If you need a pick-me-up, call a friend and get yourself Two Tickets to Greece.