Last night I started in on this French flick The Heir Apparent: Largo Winch. I actually had to stop watching because I knew my wife would love it, and she had to study for a quiz.
Just to give some idea, I think within the first 30 minutes there's a fight scene in which a dude's palm is impaled, a ridiculous sex scene, a tattoo which alleges to make our protagonist "invincible," a double-cross, a revelation that said protagonist is actually heir to a multi-billion dollar fortune, a murderer in scuba diving gear, a Brazilian jail, a yacht, a swarmy board-room meeting and--most importantly of all--Kristin Scott-Thomas. All we need is that cave-troll.
(Brief aside: People who do not understand the awesomeness of Kristin Scott-Thomas should not be reading this blog, they should be off watching films with Kristin Scott-Thomas. Seriously, this woman turned Love Crime into a well-acted Lifetime Movie. That is praise.)
What I most want to do is take my wife up to Corner Social, have a few, smoke a pile of boom, and watch this flick while consuming an obscene amount of fried fish and Dogfish Head 90 minute IPA. Unfortunately I am old, and would thus fall a sleep before I even rolled up. So I think we're just going to order in on Friday, have some Newman's Own pink lemonade and laugh like hell.
This looks awesome. Traschtacular even. It's the perfect French movie for people who don't care much about anything French, but want the social capital of saying "Hey, I watched a French movie."
Ta-Nehisi Coates is a national correspondent at The Atlantic, where he writes about culture, politics, and social issues. He is the author of the memoir The Beautiful Struggle.
Born in 1975, the product of two beautiful parents. Raised in West Baltimore -- not quite The Wire, but sometimes ill all the same. Studied at the Mecca for some years in the mid-'90s. Emerged with a purpose, if not a degree. Slowly migrated up the East Coast with a baby and my beloved, until I reached the shores of Harlem. Wrote some stuff along the way.