Just as America has several overrated, overhyped directors, Tarantino & Wes Anderson for example, while France has Ovidie, prominent for a couple of decades but with little to show for it. This effort for Canal Plus received export (Breaking Glass, a tiffany distributor) runs only an hour-plus it seems interminable (Endless, per its title).
At best, it resembles those uncommercial New Wave movies the best of which were made by a talent -Jean Eustache, but which require a leap of faith to watch. That's because they're intrinsically uncinematic, static and talky.
Ovidie frames her action around two boring conceits: the heroine Lucie Blush, a slight, plain (but tattooed) actress who doesn't even qualify as a gamine, waking up after an all-night bender with no recollection of what happened, and Lucie chatting with a pal Anna Siline on a couch, with a vast number of brief flashbacks (including utterly pointless sex scenes) interjected. Conclusion is presented as a surprise, but unexciting.
This is a case of loose ends = mysteries, completely unsatisfying. Why invest interest in non-characters of so little appeal. Their fates, especially the heroine's, are meaningless in what is merely a pretentious XXX exercise.
The sex is particularly poor, mainly blow-jobs except for anal sex by redhead Emy Russo, one of the name talents mixed in with nonentitites. A couple of cum shots are so poorly exceucted/photographed as to be nearly invisible.
Acting is sleepwalking, and only visual interest is meager dream effects, such as male characters in cocooned costumes right out of the fetish playbook.
At best, it resembles those uncommercial New Wave movies the best of which were made by a talent -Jean Eustache, but which require a leap of faith to watch. That's because they're intrinsically uncinematic, static and talky.
Ovidie frames her action around two boring conceits: the heroine Lucie Blush, a slight, plain (but tattooed) actress who doesn't even qualify as a gamine, waking up after an all-night bender with no recollection of what happened, and Lucie chatting with a pal Anna Siline on a couch, with a vast number of brief flashbacks (including utterly pointless sex scenes) interjected. Conclusion is presented as a surprise, but unexciting.
This is a case of loose ends = mysteries, completely unsatisfying. Why invest interest in non-characters of so little appeal. Their fates, especially the heroine's, are meaningless in what is merely a pretentious XXX exercise.
The sex is particularly poor, mainly blow-jobs except for anal sex by redhead Emy Russo, one of the name talents mixed in with nonentitites. A couple of cum shots are so poorly exceucted/photographed as to be nearly invisible.
Acting is sleepwalking, and only visual interest is meager dream effects, such as male characters in cocooned costumes right out of the fetish playbook.