Le Deuxième Acte

Quentin Dupieux is a director who makes weird movies. You either hate or love his movies. Personally, he's a hit or miss for me as he has made some movies I really like but at the same time, movies I don't fully like. This new meta comedy that explores interesting themes of reality is an interesting concept and while the performances and concept is good, the poor approach, direction, and uninteresting characters doesn't do much justice.

Dupieux's direction on trying to make this a meta commentary on movies, reality and people is interesting. Breaking fiction between reality isn't new to discuss but a good concept. But with the humor and dialogue feeling pretty forced and insufferable, it causes many moments to feel as it's nothing, and causes the characters to be pretty unbearable. It thinks it's clever but it's not, it feels painted, thin, and insufferable. I understand the intent and what Dupieux is wanting to approach, but unfortunately it really doesn't work.

The performances from the cast are all talented actors I love and they are doing their best. There are some decent long take moments that were a bit good. However as a whole, it's a tiresome of a movie. No doubt Quentin Dupieux is an interesting filmmaker but this one isn't great.

Quentin Dupieux's movie opening this year's Cannes is a movie about a movie about...a movie? This is all typical Dupieux, questioning our reality in clever ways, and I think everything comes together rather well here.

We follow two pairs of actors heading towards a meeting at a diner, with each breaking character and the fourth wall ever more often, generating layers of reality that are usually at odds with one another. Questions are asked overtly and implicitly: does anything matter, how do we construct our reality and what about a dash of almost present-day futurism?

And to top it all off, the movie ends on one of the more meta fourth wall breaks I've ever seen, a bit of a mind-scratcher that cleverly frames the syntax of movie-making.

I think the ultimate claim of LDA is that the one undeniable real thing is what we feel. Not in "feelings are facts" kind of way, but rather in the effect we can have on other people, whether seen on unseen, quantifiable or not. 7.

Don´t want to put too much into it, but I liked this little peace a lot, mostly because it has been shot in a kind of casual way, doesn´t seem to want to be "a big one".

It has got a different approach to the slightly surreal storytelling I had been expecting. The visuals are quite plain, the rhythm of this film is made by the actors. More dialog driven than most of his other movies, it plays with the cliches of shooting a film in a funny/clever way, has some nice twists, a not too subtle sense for self irony (of the actors and shooting independent film in AI times).... and a looong dolly track. See for yourself.

What a waste of energy, a waste of resources, a waste of time, a waste of talent. Everything crumbles under the weight of the writing which is so full of clichés one thinks this too is also part of the joke. It is a film within a film whose plot never takes off, whose originality wears thin 10 minutes into the film. It is thankfully 1 hour 20 minutes, an hour too long. I must be in the minority here as the film opened the Festival de Cannes this year. The Second Act was filmed in the course of a little over two weeks and I found myself wondering how, and why, it was chosen to open the film festival.

... but someone should have called a halt to this before it made it to release!

Along the lines of "let's get four or five REALLY good actors (and that idiot Garrel) and get them to play a very meta scenario intermingling "real life" and "the film", and make some elliptical comments about AI, filmmaking and the state of the world along the way." Shame it doesn't really work, and it's certainly not funny. I feel sorry for the Cannes audience who presumably had to pretend they liked it on the night.

I must say that I have really enjoyed some of Quentin's earlier films (such as Mandibles and Smoking Causes Coughing) so was quite ready for something weird and, frankly, if it wasn't him I would have bailed on this fairly early on. But ultimately this came across as one of those homework essays that you produced on a Sunday night when you didn't really feel like it, but had to hand *something* in on the Monday morning, even if it was rubbish and not ready.

Hopefully his next film will be a return to form.