Passionate Game by Michelle Monkou
Almost there, but not quite.
Almost there, but not quite.
Didn’t I already watched that movie with Robert Redford and Meryl Streep?
I’ve never read anything by this author before, but I’m now intrigued.
Like pretty much all French movies, you’d be watching this one for the naked people.
Don’t believe the marketing. No kick-ass prostitutes here, alas.
When the only selling point of this thing is the fact that it’s “exotic”… no thanks.
The bore, the chore, the snore.
Ah, teen vampire stories. They are both so cute and so painful on the senses.
Everyone’s an utter twit here, from the main characters to the villain. Humanity is doomed!
Oh, local noir! Why do most of the stories seem heavily borrowed from Western counterparts?