There is not much to be thrilled or even entertained a lot at 125 rue Montmartre. This address sums up the dull story taking place around here: the title means nothing, is not catchy and, worst of all, it doesn't show a special neighborhood with its continuity and discrepancies.
Michel Audiard's dialogue can't add much to a flat story that painfully goes through.
Definitely flat and dull except for the images of Paris before it eventually left behind those 19th century aspects.
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