Within the first minute, I knew I would hate this movie. This movie is French. That term in my vocabulary means that this film has certain qualities characteristic of French films. And these particular characteristics, I hate.
But first, I hasten to add that I love many French films such as Amelie, Dadealus, Eyes without a Face to name a few.
It is the films like this one that I hate, hate, hate. In this case, the symptoms present as wooden actors who deliver their lines in a monotone with many pauses while looking straight out at the camera (throughout the whole movie!); affect that is incongruent with the event taking place or is merely inauthetically signified; and stiff, enigmatic utterances.
Watch instead West Side Story.