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First, the reviews that graded this work with words like 'talkathong', 'twaddle', 'series of monologues', 'miserable characters' are clueless. One reviewer got it - the Miller reviewer. All the other threadbare reviewer wordsmiths demanded heroic aging and 'fitting into the world'-resolutions through soap opra lenses. This was a dystopic look at two smart self-aware attractive characters with similar empty outlooks who can't connect or achieve orgasm with each other. de'Leans final bathtub scene was moving, disturbing, and stunning. The rooftop/school room ending made me feel like the director/writers were not up to the fish they had on the line. The line broke. But it was a hell of a de'Lean fish.
TrÃ¨s deep et difficile comme film mais touchant.
Interesting concept... If only the dialogue was more realistic.
Like the vastly superior "My Dinner With Andre" this is essentially a heavy dialogue about life between two characters. (preceded by 15 minutes of soft porn). Unfortunately, unlike the philosophical and sincere characters in that film, these two are an empty young man and woman who soured on life long ago. Could that mildly passionate sex lead them to salvation? No way. We learn in their sophomorish, predictable personal revelations that the woman is addicted to anonymous sex, and the man isn't all that interested after quenching his long layover from getting laid one time. So why are we here? I kept waiting for something to happen. It never does. Then an epilogue of 3rd graders mouthing something about language (she teaches them) and a song that doesn't fit brings up the credits. WTF? Not to mention nearly half the French dialogue goes untranslated. See the original French film Emmanuelle instead of this unfortunate bird.
One line summary: Two boring slackers discuss their uninteresting one night stand.
Clara and Nikolai meet at a rave. They go home together. They have sex.
She cannot sleep, takes a bath, then leaves. He calls her back before she's out the door.
They talk, endlessly, in long, pointless, low-energy monologues. Then they talk some more. The problem is, their lives are flat, failed, undistinguished, prosaic: the lives of two slacker drug users who cannot engage life. Who cares? Self-loathing is just not appealing.
Cinematography: 7/10 Fairly good for the difficult low light conditions often chosen by the director. When there was sufficient light, the visuals were rather good.
Sound: 5/10 OK, though nothing great.
Acting: 4/10 Meh. Any high school drama student could have swapped in for either of the principals.
Screenplay: 4/10 Plain, boring, non-engaging. The script is not clever enough to make one care about the characters, who are about as engaging as lichen on rocks. Write an essay, get it published, get it out of your system, but don't make a film about it, especially one this bad.
Pas pour moi...dÃ©solÃ©...
Very graphic, it slips from one night stand to something that stands out in time for its twisted poetry.
Moving movie about modern times, and the issue of finding meaning. This is a two hander, with two very good actors. The connections between the couple are conditional, but more than either could have hoped for. There is optimism in that ,even though the probability is not for a happy ending.