Le Cinema

I have a love/hate relationship with the French. They are an exasperating and haughty and slippery people, but they are also infinitely cooler and more stylish and more charming than I'll ever be. Have you ever seen a French woman in red lipstick? A French woman wears red lipstick like a model wears clothes. Better than you ever will. And the men, while often a bit wee and--let's face it--devious beyond your wildest dreams, are swoon-worthy. Romain Duris, for one, star of a sorta cute little film I watched last night called "Heartbreaker" and pictured above, is pretty much what you're gonna get if you look up "Frenchman" in the dictionary. Dior Homme suit, mussed up hipster hair, five o'clock shadow. Bad, cigarette-stained teeth that are somehow charming. I was lukewarm on this film. It was a tad bleh and also not even slightly realistic, not that a romantic comedy should be, but come on. Give us some credit is basically what I was thinking the entire time. If anything the jokes were funny because they were French people trying to be funny, referencing random American movies and pop music. There was even a small cameo by what I would imagine the French deem the "typical" American woman, a 6'1" blonde Paris Hilton Amazon in a rainbow Herve Leger. Not meant to really be funny as much as it was meant to say...zee Americans, so big and so dumb. But worth a look, and I hear they're making an American version actually. So hopefully it will feature a cameo of a rail-thin pixie with dirty hair and a perma-frown. Oh snap!