This is not a good film.
It starts well enough.
Director Eva Husson even had me thinking to myself that “the French truly know how to make films”.
And they do.
But only the first few minutes of this one live up to that maxim.
And yet, this film is addicting.
I kept wanting it to get better.
It had its moments.
Lots of sex.
And yet, this film is not a turn on.
It has no mystery to it.
No true romance.
Just a saccharine silver lining.
The characters are boring.
Daisy Broom had potential.
She has real acting talents.
But they are wasted here (as she becomes a sort of villain).
She becomes ever more two-dimensional throughout the course of this film.
Marilyn Lima does a decent job here.
Her acting is subtle.
Sadly, she is surrounded by a shitstorm of bad filmmaking.
There are some poignant moments.
Sometimes the true rebels are cast out.
Their contributions are forgotten.
And they become conservatives.
They see the stupidity they have spawned.
And they watch from afar.
Covered with tattoos, perhaps.
They only want love.
Lorenzo Lefebvre’s character actually does have a more developed personality.
But just barely.
There are extraneous bits and pieces of meaning here and there.
And none of them are developed for the betterment of this film.
Which is to say, it’s hard to believe that a film chockfull of sex could be boring, but it can.
This one is.
So my recommendation is this.
Don’t waste an hour and a half of your life (like I did) watching this.
It’s not worth it.
It is vapid, pseudo-art-film rubbish.