Slastan, a Karadjistan man, is willing to blow himself up aboard a Moscow plane bound for Madrid, but his plan is complicated when, due to a snowstorm, the flight is delayed. Staying in a ... See full summary »
Every month a strange ritual takes place in Brussels. The European Parliament moves to its Strasbourg seat in 15 enormous trucks. A week later everything is moved back again. The romantic comedy &ME takes place against the backdrop of this desperate attempt to maintain European idealism. &ME tells the story of 24-year old law student Edurne who moves from Sitges to Brussels. On her first day at the European Parliament she collides violently with 40-year old German Eduard Schiller. Unlucky in love, homosexual Eduard has arrived in Brussels from Berlin to start a new life. Looking for happiness, he has decided to take a new path and look for a woman. Edurne and Eduard see the collision as the sign of a special relationship. L'amour c'est bizarre. Everything changes when they meet handsome 30-year old EC removal man Richard. A battle for Richard's love develops between Eduard and Edurne. The confrontation with the truth gives the threesome very different answers to the same question: how... Written by
I would have loved to give this film more, but it is really at almost every level poor. First the script, I love meandering films about people who try to live their life and cope with it. But this is so utterly uninteresting: it never relates to anything deeply human, it is so very shallow. They talked a lot in the film, but I did not hear one interesting line: no good for a film about human emotions and interactions and no action movie. You did instead hear a lot of: "What do you mean?" or "What's the matter?" or "I love you", "Me too". Poor writing. Then the actors themselves. Quite bad casting or not knowing what to cast (I think the latter). And did the director tell the girl just one thing? To be stupid, naive and giggle all the time? Small part but also bad: her mother. So cliché, more cliché's by the way, for instance the opera with Maria Callas as an illustration for their mood (and not being from the street, the maker wants to tell us obviously). The German guy was OK, you saw him trying to make the best of it, but with such poor material he had no chance. The worst was the Dutch guy. He had to play someone who is gradually really understanding what was happening, to himself and the others, at least that's what I could make up from it, but failed heavily in the scenes he was supposed to act that out. The worst was their lack of chemistry. Not only among themselves they hadn't, but also I had not one moment of love or emotion for the characters, how hard the director tried, letting them cry on screen. They cried, I didn't.
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