I've always been suspicious about buying the pass to all movies from the Venice Festival, as among a huge bunch of films you can get roses and orchids, but also a cactus like this one.
By far the most boring movie I have ever seen, and probably the most dreadfully boring movie ever made.
Please don't think that I'm a SFX freak that goes "Wow!" in front of The Chronicles of Riddick or a blood lover that worships Tarantino as a god. I like every genre of films, and I am also used to French movies, which, as we all know, tend to be a little bit quieter and longer than needed, sometimes. Often with good results, though. (I'm thinking of L'histoire de Marie et Julien, this year's Emmanuelle Beart's er...blockbuster).
But this one...my goodness. Imagine a young female photographer who takes pictures of rural landscapes, hardly talking to anyone (she says "excusez moi" and runs away in a very embarrassed way every time another human being talks to her for more than 30 seconds). Oh OK, she has some interaction with a guy who is staying in the same hotel...but, again, in a very quiet way. You think there might be some mystery behind the job she's doing (she's substituting an English photographer who apparently disappeared), but none of that is sought after in any way. So, imagine a young photographer taking pictures of landscapes. For one hour and a half.
You get so bored you'd rather die.
Gerard Depardieu is a great actor. It seems like his offspring can only be involved in total disasters. (We have Julie D. here, and her brother in disgrace Guillaume in another horrible movie entitled Peau d'Ange -2002-)
To avoid at all costs. All.
