A hot young phone sex addict and his narcissistic opera diva mom. A dangerously agitated hustler and a half-dozen dangerously agitated hustlers who look just like him. A tittering neurotic ... See full summary »
A hot young phone sex addict and his narcissistic opera diva mom. A dangerously agitated hustler and a half-dozen dangerously agitated hustlers who look just like him. A tittering neurotic who thinks she's Vanessa Redgrave and Vanessa Redgrave herself. Pot brownies, puke jokes, a gay dad, a flying lesbian, Jerry Hall, a dead body and a fetish for Brian DePalma movies! Anchoring the mayhem is Elisabeth Beaumont, an American opera star visiting Paris to perform "Turandot" and dabble in some belated mothering of her 23 year-old son Thomas. Thomas doesn't need mothering; he needs some good hot manhandling. And, in the best DePalma tradition, the quest for sex leads to voyeurism and voyeurism, leads to murder. From there, it's just a short path to therapy. Unfortunately, the psychiatrist that Thomas visits is a little on the dead side herself, and a nutty patient has taken her place. Written by
a fan from miami
I went to see it because the reviews were so mixed - I couldn't resist. And I have to say I was very impressed. For all the people who complain about the (gloriously) contrived plot, I would like to point out that it's certainly no more implausible than Bunuel or Almodovar, and I doubt that people would level the same accusations at them. For some reason it seems that it's fine to explain nothing in a film, but unpardonable to explain things via outrageous coincidence.
If you like 'quirky' French films, knowing in-jokes, and Paris then you should go and see this film. But on the other hand, if you're an old curmudgeon whose disbelief couldn't be suspended with industrial lifting equipment then stay away.
PS Though I do agree about the cheeky poster... It's full of blink-and-you'll-miss-it-cameos!
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