| Imagine a Chateaux Full of French Artists, All Played by Marvin the Paranoid Android
Well that's two hours of my life I want back. Two hours of watching rich French people telling each other their lives are unbearable in incomplete sentences. The subtitles for this movie had more ellipses (that's the three dot thing when people suddenly stop...) than any other movie I have seen. I am so glad I didn't suffer the four hour version.
There is a basic screen-writing adage that says get into the scene as late as you can and then get out as soon as you can. Most of this movie is a direct inversion of that rule of thumb. Characters arrive in the scene, move randomly around the set so the director can follow them a bit with his camera, stand about, don't say much, look past each other, then decide there isn't a scene after all and wander off somewhere else to stand around being cryptically insulting to each other and smoking aggressively for a bit.
I had a choice tonight. I could have watched Jesse James Meets Frankenstein's Daughter instead of this. I wish I had.