It was a hot sunny day and lazy day a dark, cold, quaint cinema seemed like a good way to use up my Sunday.
I didn't even feel that the movie is one of my must haves.
I just felt like hearing french.
The european quirkiness was apparent so that was one part of the movie that i appreciated. The comedic-schizo, childhood fantasy (see that pix of the long nose, big eared guy?) blended well with the plotless movie. For some reason I kept trying to compare Gainsbourg to Nine (for which I wouldn't have bothered if Cotillard wasn't in it!) and I guess the only mild similarity is the guy gets lots of girls.
Because I had no high expectations, I just allowed the dull biography lead me on from one minute to the next. I mean, it's not an interesting story.. but made interesting (slightly) by the imaginary long nose, edward scissorhand fingers, gigantic ears freak who seemed like his lifelong comrade. The songs were ok, not overly dramatic. The promiscuity and the affairs are typical french. And like a lot of french movies, you shouldn't try to make sense of it. Just let the artwork and direction take you on an aimless journey with no destination.
I thought his real name Lucien sounded more classy than Serge.
And I just realised Charlotte Gainsbourg is his daughter. She's yuck.
I will not recommend it if you paid full price and are in a mood for a pow wow movie like The Matrix or Fight Club.
Unless you have a craving for light, un-overpowering, pointless french entertainment then Gainsbourg may tick some boxes.
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