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 ...
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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
My partner and I went with a whole group of friends to see "Merci Docteur Rey" at the Reel Affirmations Film Festival (in Washington) and we all left the theatre fully in the film's thrall. It is not a `faux French farce' at all - because it's not a French farce! The director is American and although he gets the Paris stuff perfectly right, `Paris' is no more than a backdrop, a set piece. The interiors all look like they were shot in studio anyway. It's in a world of its own. Elegant. Sort of like early Blake Edwards. More much more `American' than `French', though - more a screwball comedy than a Feydeau farce! What a smart script. Couldn't hear half the lines because the crowd was laughing so loud. Hard to believe it's the director's first movie - it has a mature look and style.
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