Full Moon In Paris

Another indulgent offering from Planet France, this one's about a young girl who can't decide which path to follow in life and where, either in gorgeous Paris or its ugly suburbs. Quite honestly I got to the point where I couldn't care less, but the girl was well played by a young actress who apparently died from a drug induced heart attack not long afterwards, poor thing. Eric Rohmer was a past master at these inconsequential little snippets of French life, light but deep if you follow me.

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Yep, this is set in Paris but don't expect to see much of the city of light, part of it is in the suburbs. That said, would young friends really meet in the cafe opposite Notre Dame? Isn't that a bit of a tourist trap? Perhaps I'm wrong.

The central characters are not really sympathetic and the lead gal just reminds me of Joan Cusack in Working Girl, but without the snarky sarcasm (ie not as much fun). Yes, she is a foolish moaning girl, as another reviewer on this site put it. It pans out much as you expect, the idea that you can't live in two places, it only nurses dissatisfaction. The chat is good to see though, it's what the French do and Hollywood just can't, but I agree the dancing party scenes are very dull and poorly lit; not convincing at all. I'd go for A Summer's Tale over this any day.

I love this film. A gentle moral tale, about love, life and being true to yourself. I first saw this ten years ago and was struck by it. Rohmer captures the restlessness of the first steps to independence and the pain that goes with it. Bitter-sweet, by turns funny and absurd, tragic and disturbing. Try it, if you like chamber pieces, it may well grow on you.

Pascale Ogier playing Louise kills this film stone dead for me.

Baby-dolled, soppy-eyed, big-haired, stick-insect. 'You appear very ethereal' says Octave (who wants to get more than friendship going with her, but she keeps kneeing him in the nuts) For ethereal, substitute squeakily ingratiating. God she's irritating!

Octave likes explaining her to herself; which she laps us cus she's self-obsessed like he is about all things moi. 'You chose men who are beneath you, to be safe' he opines. 'When somebody loves me too much, i love them less' she opines. Much opining is done in Rohmer films. Plenty plenty wordage. And verbiage. And meaningage

Her dancing in this film is unintentionally hilarious. Jerky head, jerky arms. Top half of body disconnected from bottom half. A head not in rhythm with arse and hips. Dancing like somebody who doesn't like sex very much. Dancing like a wind-up dummy at a Gary Numan concert (no, make that Kraftwerk)

After about half an hour I'm hoping Remi (her actual boyfriend) will see sense and dump the skinny drip.

Which he does. She goes teary with self-pity. But she's bonked some skinny kid too - so no need to feel too much sympathy for her - the silly girl.

And that's one less Rohmer film to endure. Cus I certainly won't be watching this ever again.