jtdunlop

I watched a version about 85 minutes long here in Australia where the vast majority of spoken dialog was in English, and the subtitles barely resembled the dialog. Worse, there were the occasional subtitle where nothing was said at all. In the end, only 10% of the dialog was in French, and the majority of that was nonsensical.

I'm assuming the soundtrack was unadulterated, and that the film has a lot of English/American tourists, and that the film is supposed to play like a silent which tells me to tell you: Turn off the subtitles, and be happy to know anything you don't understand you weren't supposed to.

Regardless, this film is an embarrassment. It embarrasses the French. It embarrasses Francophiles. It embarrasses its apologists. It's not funny. Its gags are amateurish, with worse editing than Chaplin or Keaton ever released even in a 2-reeler.

The French laugh at Jerry Lewis for God's sake. And the critic elite don't laugh, they just look amongst each other smugly.

Pass on this wasteland. Rent The General. City Lights. Even some crap by Harold Lloyd.

This film was utterly pointless garbage. It didn't anticipate Quanitiqatsu or whatever, it anticipated pointless garbage. Anything set to Glass is as equally pointless as anything set to the moron that gratuitously filmed this absolute tripe. This film didn't invent the jump cut, it invented a reason for the jump cut to wish it had never ever been anticipated. Don't be a darling of the critics -- the critics to be honest don't know crap.

If you want to be bored out of your god-fearing mother-humping skulls, rent this tripe, but if you have an iota of standards, rent Gigli or any other Afleck fill and you will be far ahead of this 65 minutes that seems like 600000005 minutes of sheer boredom.