Review Date: December 11, 2003
Director: Patrice Leconte
Writer: Claude Lotz
Producers: Phillippe Carcassonne
Jean Rochefort as Mr. Manesquier
Johnny Hallyday as Milan
Charlie Nelson as Max
Both actors were also great in their respective roles with Hallyday, better known as the "French Elvis" (and oddly related to actor Michael Vartan) downplaying his character with a steely blue gaze that dropped a brick of crap into my undies by look alone, and Rochefort, eloquent, insecure and hopeful, as the old man who just wants some excitement added back into his life. That said, the piece ultimately didn't strike me as particularly enlightening, and felt more like a whimsical, semi-interesting peek into the lives of two somewhat remorseful men. It doesn't help that I've probably seen dozens of these kinds of movies before, in which two characters from two entirely different worlds meet and ultimately "rub off" on one another. What did work were the actors, both of whom were charismatic, the locales, a small French town complete with décor and aura, and the interaction between the two leads, which starts off on a typically apprehensive "strangers meeting" mode, but turns into something a little more engaging, human and yeah...maybe even a little creepy (take the man's slippers off, dude) Most of their conversations felt ordinary though, like ones you'd have with your friends. That said, they were never really boring either and helped strengthen the bond between the strangers (although I coulda done without all the poetry stuff) In the end, I can't say that there was much about this film that blew me away, so unless the general idea of two older French guys discussing life for 90 minutes sounds intriguing to you, it's probably not a film that I would recommend to folks who look forward to the weekends so that they can rent ARMAGEDDON, THE ROCK and CON AIR, in order to watch them back to back to back. PS: Guilty, as charged...