A turd of a movie with only one redeeming value: to make you feel better about your own life. You’ve ever seen a photographer dude with gritty, Hell’s Kitchen-y good looks holding hands with a wispy young French girl? Ever get a quick flash of jealousy? Bruno Dumont’s film is here to let you in on the secret: when alone, they have nothing to say to one another and their sex is awkward. I love experimental cinema when it has a purpose. The purpose of this film is to shock with sex and violence and then to dare the audience to get bored. You wanna see a movie where absolutely nothing happens yet you’re still on the edge of your seat, see Gus Van Sant’s “Gerry.” You wanna see two people driving, then having violent sex, then yelling about nothing, see this film. Oddly, the only reviewer of record to give this a thumbs up is from the Christian Science Monitor.
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Jordan Hoffman is a New York-based writer and film critic working for The Guardian, Vanity Fair, Thrillist, Times of Israel, NY Daily News and elsewhere.
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