Simon Boivert is back in the second part of his famous trilogy. Virtually unknown by the average video store customer, Boisvert is a very special phenomenon of Quebec's underground scene. He writes his film's screenplay and always cast himself as the main character. Even if this reminds of Stallone and his Rocky film, Boivert is no Itallian Stallion.
Actually he's a not-so-good looking skinny boy in his mid-thirties. There is nothing wrong with that in the first place. The main problem is that Boivert cast himself as characters thats has nothing to do with his profile, such as womanizers and, in this new film, rock stars.
Even with the combined effects of cinema magic and hard drugs, it's barely possible to actually believe that Dan, Boisvert's character, is a sex-appeal loaded talented rock star. Worst, his screenplay seems completely out of track. Even if we're talking about a 2002 flick, the musical references looks as they were out of 1989. While listening to Boisvert's juvenile dialog you can't help yourself and say : "Simon, you have no life".
But the movie is directed by somebody who actually knows film-making, making Simon's contribution to it look even more flawed and embarrassing. Yes, this movie is crap. But still, watching it is a strange guilty pleasure. Yes Simon, you are, and you will always be, one of a kind.
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