Women in couples come in three different categories.
Happy; Knowingly unhappy; and unhappy without admitting it.
I work on that final category.
Say, how long do you think it’s gonna be before the thieving Indian bastards filch the story and screenplay of the French romcom L’arnacœur aka Heartbreaker and turn it into an unwatchable horror-show?
How long, putzheads, how long?
OK. since y’all wimps don’t have the cojones to provide us an answer, we’ll tell you. No more than four years.
By God, Delicious
We saw the trailer of Heartbreaker when we watched the French spy film Farewell.
The trailer seemed fun and we made a promise to ourselves to watch this film.
Just as Indian movies seem downright crass compared to Hollywood productions, a lot of Hollywood films come across as awfully tawdry when you pit them against French movies.
But Heartbreaker, like most foreign films, never made it to wide release and we just didn’t feel like driving 300 miles for a movie.
So when we espied Heartbreaker on Netflix Instant Play yesterday we were delighted to add it to our queue and quickly watched it.
Heartbreaker is the amusing account of a young man Alex Lippi (Romain Durris) who’s made a rather unusual career for himself, that of breaking relationships.
For a fee, of course, from interest parties like the brother or father of the girl.
No part is too far fetched to play or no action too weird for Alex to engage in as he singlemindedly pursues his female quarries. Continue reading »
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