Only the French would make an explicit sex "art" film called "Romance" (ironic title, get it?) with the sexual elements like a dentist filling a decayed tooth, and the romance like watching somebody going to the toilet.
Actually, I'd rather watch a dentist at work rather than view this merciless atrocity directed and written by the criminally untalented Catherine Breillat.
Her leading actors, Caroline Ducey and Sagamore Stevenin play lovers who spend their entire time on camera looking sullen, jaded and bored with each other and life, and acting as if they too had watched themselves on screen doing nothing for 98 minutes except looking sullen, jaded and bored. Even the Italian stallion porn star, Rocco Siffredi, can barely get it up in his explicit scenes, and when he finally does, much ado about nothing.
This deconstruction of sex and romance would make the illustrious Marquis de Sade, wherever he is, and Danielle Steele repent and join a good 12-step program.
Actually, I'd rather watch a dentist at work rather than view this merciless atrocity directed and written by the criminally untalented Catherine Breillat.
Her leading actors, Caroline Ducey and Sagamore Stevenin play lovers who spend their entire time on camera looking sullen, jaded and bored with each other and life, and acting as if they too had watched themselves on screen doing nothing for 98 minutes except looking sullen, jaded and bored. Even the Italian stallion porn star, Rocco Siffredi, can barely get it up in his explicit scenes, and when he finally does, much ado about nothing.
This deconstruction of sex and romance would make the illustrious Marquis de Sade, wherever he is, and Danielle Steele repent and join a good 12-step program.