This is not a movie.
It is the most stunningly awful, irritating piece of crap you will ever witness.
Do not put yourself through the anger and dismay you will feel as you watch all of several minutes before you turn off this sublimely stupid and ridiculous waste of time that masquerades as "art".
The emotion will overcome you. It will not seem enough to merely throw the DVD in the bin, or to lunge for the mouse in order to hit the delete button, oh no; you will want to put your foot through that 50-inch plasma, or angrily instruct your partner to fetch the car keys and the gopro so you can reverse over that expensive macbook and have a record of doing it.
I'm a pretty easy-going guy but after seeing this movie I now hate all French people, providing as they did the culture that spawned this imbecilic nonsense. And not only that, I'm now angry with the European Union as a whole, for standing by and allowing French people to believe that a culture that can spawn such a woeful, self-indulgent mess is somehow acceptable in this day and age.
With every passing minute that the camera is directed to gaze lovingly upon a fully grown man playing stupid dress-ups for absolutely no reason whatsoever, you will find the worst aspects of your whole life passing before your eyes; every moment you wasted flicking through TV channels, and every hour spent mindlessly clicking through inconsequential garbage on the internet. All of this is rapidly focused in one fell swoop with the realization that your life has led to this one moment in time when the rational part of your being- if you possess one- finally cries out that enough is enough.
You will understand why it is that not even Europeans like European films. You will accept without question the wisdom of blithely ignoring any movie with subtitles. You will fall on your knees and weep in dismay at all the times you mocked Hollywood, at what you had previously asserted was blind consumerism, and you will beg for forgiveness. You will realize that it was you who had been the fool all along, sticking your nose up snootily at the likes of Michael Bay and Tom Cruise, and ignorantly writing off any film that had a tie-in with McDonalds Happy Meals. Because now you have seen just how truly dismal a film can be.
It is the most stunningly awful, irritating piece of crap you will ever witness.
Do not put yourself through the anger and dismay you will feel as you watch all of several minutes before you turn off this sublimely stupid and ridiculous waste of time that masquerades as "art".
The emotion will overcome you. It will not seem enough to merely throw the DVD in the bin, or to lunge for the mouse in order to hit the delete button, oh no; you will want to put your foot through that 50-inch plasma, or angrily instruct your partner to fetch the car keys and the gopro so you can reverse over that expensive macbook and have a record of doing it.
I'm a pretty easy-going guy but after seeing this movie I now hate all French people, providing as they did the culture that spawned this imbecilic nonsense. And not only that, I'm now angry with the European Union as a whole, for standing by and allowing French people to believe that a culture that can spawn such a woeful, self-indulgent mess is somehow acceptable in this day and age.
With every passing minute that the camera is directed to gaze lovingly upon a fully grown man playing stupid dress-ups for absolutely no reason whatsoever, you will find the worst aspects of your whole life passing before your eyes; every moment you wasted flicking through TV channels, and every hour spent mindlessly clicking through inconsequential garbage on the internet. All of this is rapidly focused in one fell swoop with the realization that your life has led to this one moment in time when the rational part of your being- if you possess one- finally cries out that enough is enough.
You will understand why it is that not even Europeans like European films. You will accept without question the wisdom of blithely ignoring any movie with subtitles. You will fall on your knees and weep in dismay at all the times you mocked Hollywood, at what you had previously asserted was blind consumerism, and you will beg for forgiveness. You will realize that it was you who had been the fool all along, sticking your nose up snootily at the likes of Michael Bay and Tom Cruise, and ignorantly writing off any film that had a tie-in with McDonalds Happy Meals. Because now you have seen just how truly dismal a film can be.
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