It begins rather well, with its bald man very gone bald with the long hair who meets a girl by making her jogging in a park, but the whole ends up in marshmallow from the third 2nd; so we grow terribly tired very fast of this sentimental comedy which looks like exactly far too much like one of those ones of Judd Apatow, idol of these new urban slobs of whom the hero a little loser of this movie played by Vincent Macaigne.
It's a pity thus, because the critical aspects were rather well portraited - we shall adore the scene of the trendy restaurant in Bastille, of course yucky without counting the totally selfish boyfriend - and then artists' portraits are also painted well (at least at the beginning eh.) Thus saddening to see another French movie so gêêêêênial which would maybe have been able to tackle rightly in rudeness, but which finish into a clone of its older U.S brothers and that the french hipsters are going to be forced to love it. But I'm sorry because being french myself, I think I know what I 'm talking about and besides, I have my own personal opinion despite I belong to no caste.
One last question: must the actors of this full-length movie should be all so ugly ?
