Under a pompous title (riffraff canticle), this film suffers from a very weak screenplay in which no one, particularly Yvan Attal and his decorative and listless partner , can grab the viewer .Although his character is in -more or less-illegal business, nobody at all ,in this flick was in the business of supplying acidity ,bite,savor,poetry -unless the hot love scenes count- .
Yann Colette and his strange face ,as well as some offbeat sequences (that of the hitch-hiker),prevents one of falling into a state of lethargy ,but humor is definitely lacking.The story is divided into chapters ,corresponding to the twelve months of the year ;in fact every month could be the beginning of the film .
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