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Zero concept feature from popular French comic, Elie Semoun. A spotty geek is transformed into ravishing sex god whenever he applies a certain perfume. He gets the girl of his dreams, the girl next door and few more besides. The perfume comes to him after replying to a spam offering to fulfill his wildest dream. The magic is never explained and the perfume comes free; no selling of soul to devil necessary. The problem being that he is transformed into a bewigged 70's throw-back complete with cheap Elvis shades. And no-one, not even the girl-next-door character, spots the transformation. Even if you buy into this worn-out device there is no hint of originality, wit or truth in any of the proceedings. The production values are cheap - several shots are completely out of focus - and the presence of Catherine Deneuve - Why, oh why did she agree to be in this? - does little to alleviate the boredom. How did a scenario this lame ever get the green light?
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