Help! Pathos celebrated by pedantic and disembodied dialogues of nickname delicate characters, in the service of a pretentious script believing to know everything about love and human relationships. Pseudo intellectual navelist filmed theater. with each word I have the impression of reading the script so much all lack of naturalness and emotion and emptiness perspires. I appreciate the actors but hardly to get into them as their dialogues are articulated like a poetry which one must recite like a music without emotions. Obviously the press and the profession acclaim and cry genius, which ends up annoying me.
Nothingness dictated with rhymes, that's not enough to make up the boredom ... What could be yet another reflection on love and passion is instead a long and far too long agony of the senses with a gallery of hollow characters, always nice and gentle even simplet, distant without depths preventing to be captivated by their coming and going, their silences and their destiny. When will the French cinema that I love and respect stop producing this kind of films?
Review of Love Affair(s)
