People sit round, smoke endlessly and whinge about their lives.
Romain Duris is the depressed son who has left his girlfriend because she complained he wouldn't tell her he loved her... hang on a minute, does that make sense?
Well, perhaps more than the rest of the film.
His brother is a student but never goes and wanders Paris picking up women. An ex remarks that he always smells of sweat or piss, but perhaps the others cannot smell him due to the smoking.
The film moves slowly, but I wish I had bolted for the door.
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Topic - Inside Paris/Dans Paris - dave c 00:07:34 09/12/07 (0)