French cinema is often unfairly dismissed as slow, talky and plotless. A ridiculous statement, obviously. Which is why a movie like this is doubly awful. It is a carnival of French movie stereotypes. And also – flat out lies if you read the back of the DVD box that calls it sexy and sensual.
As far as I can tell it is about a violin repairman who is a snooty douche who is quiet all the time. A violinist decides she is in love with him, but he doesn’t much care. Then everyone looks sad. Seventeen hours later, the damned thing ends.
Some good music, though
