Vendredi Soir

This was a strange film. I recorded it off of Cinémoi as the summary sounded pretty cool.

“Having packed up her possessions to move in with her lover, Laure is more unsettled than she appears. Needing to get out and have a change of scenery, she jumps in her car to go to have dinner with friends – only to become stuck in a terrible traffic jam. Laure completely forgot about the mass transit strike that has thrown the city into chaos. But Laure feels good in her car, the only place she has for herself right now. As she takes in the sights and sounds around her – the blare of horns and arguments, the shimmer of lights and camaraderie – Laure notices a calm and self-assured stranger, Jean, approach her car.  Soon after, she opens her car door to the man who that night will change her life.”

Intriguing, aye?

There wasn’t a lot of dialogue, and lots of slightly miserable shots of Paris looking gloomy in the rain and general mayhem of the gridlock – which were acceptably arty.

After a while, however, it just descended into soft porn most definitely aimed at girls.  I have to admit, that’s not immediately a turn-off for me, but I had other problems with the film.

I know that a lot of French films aren’t exactly about anything more than a snapshot of life (and particularly relationships), but there was something missing from this one.  I think that it was meant to be about lust and passion and fear of ‘settling down’ but I felt that the passion was what was missing.  There was no va va voom in the encounter in the vroom vroom!

My rating – a slightly disappointed 6/10