This movie is such an oddity to me. There's a handful of incredibly memorable scenes stitched together in a 1.5 hour movie. The writing/characterization is downright poor at times. Yves is either miscast or lacks any sort of conviction as an impediment to Georges. The tomato juice line is so ridiculous I started snickering. The score is an unrelenting assault on the senses that only pays off during the pins collection scene. It's overly bombastic (including JW's performance) yet still seems stretched thing plot/pacing wise. There's so much individual talent in the movie and yet nothing coalesces into a greater vision beyond "look how class Georges is and how good JW is as an actor". I will never, ever understand how this sprawling mess gets compared to Vicky Cristina Barcelona besides the obvious parallels.
No way. That's fucking crazy!
>>217802841Je pense que t'es un ouf, toi. Un ouf malade.
