Review of Me, Myself and Mum

This movie is appealing and mesmerising because of the lead actor, and had so many exceptional points (all pointed out perfectly in previous reviews) but is unconvincing in the detail - and absolutely pitiful in conclusion. That a man can be so effeminate, and identify so strongly as being a girl his whole life, only to be 'turned' so completely into a masculine man with no effeminate mannerisms just because the 'right girl' walks in to a room leaves a very bad taste in the mouth. People have fought so long to be recognised for who they truly are, and this movie sends that movement back to the beginning..."all gay/transgender people just haven't met the right person yet". For me, that heavy-handed chunkiness wiped out everything else. Now I just remember the Mr Bean massage scene, and the puzzling end. I don't know why so many French films seem to be overacted to a slapstick level, but it doesn't work for me.