Failing to Learn what to think of the new film by Guillaume Canet, I'll just make two assumptions.
Hypothesis: This is a bad movie. Canet tries to save his characters from the cartoon stretching situations until the peaks of trouble, sometimes hilly beginnings of mad laughter. Instead of a true comic sense, he claims to more soul ... We would just have the residual: the mirror and complacent lousy of a band not friendly at all. And in addition they should complain. No fear of pathos, is commendable, but certainly no fear of pathos in this scene that looks like a funeral to the rambling of a narcissistic person imagining his own funeral.
Second hypothesis: the film is a desperate radical. Canet tries to save his characters from the cartoon in which life itself tends to confine them - and the film recounts the failure of this enterprise, not without some laughter. Under the mask of comedy, so there is a drama ... Or a tragedy: the mirror is relentless, the reflection it gives is scary vanity. The picture is even more pathetic that there is nobody to counterbalance the general mediocrity, the trainer practicing jargon grotesque Jean-Louis believed that you can not take it so seriously is like the sandman a childhood dream.
It seems, unfortunately, that the first hypothesis is most likely. But I would not put my hand to be cut - and I'm not the only . Poor or pessimistic Les Petits Handkerchiefs have me in both cases left an unpleasant.
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