People who don’t know anything sometimes like to crack wise that French movies are nothing but gloomy, boring talk. In the case of this piece of cinematic merd, the stereotype is justified. I watched this because the logline bares an odd similarity to the project Kerry and I have cooking. If only we lived in a European country where arts are government funded and could get our hands on one one hundreth of the budget. Whereas our brilliant film uses the same logline as a launching point, this cure for insomnia just kicks it around for 90 minutes. And then it ends with a man staring out to the sea.