So me and the Mrs. watched this movie "Combien Tu m'aimes" yesterday off of our Netflix reccs. Quelle horeur! I don't know what Netflix thinks of us, but this was not a good movie. Moreover, it felt really felt like a film made to present Monica Bellucci in various stages of undress. I cannot, in any real honesty, complain about that fact. But I did think I was going to see something original. Instead I got another flick where an incredibly hot woman, for no apparent reason, falls in love with schlub. Bellucci's hotness is really amped up to ridiculous, almost magical, levels. A doctor who gives her a breast exam actually collapses and dies! 


I went and looked at the various reviews on Rotten Tomatoes, where the film somehow has a 60 percent rating. And then when I started reading the reviews they were filled with rather forced lines of praise for the film and director Bertrand Blier. Lines like, "While lightheartedness is not a quality one readily associates with Blier..." or " For those who buy into Blier's style..." or ".may be preposterous but..." and "An unfathomable film on many levels..." One reviewer praised the film as "mostly coherent." I felt like everyone of those lines should have had a "but Monica Bellucci gets naked." after each line.

Here's an extremely unsuitable for work--or children--trailer. I think this was the first really awful French film I've seen. It doesn't even make the "trashtastic" category of, say, "Love Crime." I'm actually astounded. I think I'm falling out of love with France. Once they were all smooth-talking auteurs. Now they can't even own up to doing Skinimax. 

All kidding aside, I feel like Monica Bellucci is really good actress. But I keep seeing her an awful movies. It's kind of sad. I almost think her sex appeal is working against her--like directors see that, and just stop thinking.