The Sentiment of the Flesh.

Miscellaneous

I never thought I would willingly watch a film with such bile producing abilities, but that is what I get when I hand over the film choosing reigns to Mr B. What should have been an entertaining French film (stereotypical soft porn scenes and over dramatic proclamations of love et al) was actually a bit of a nightmare. I couldn’t stop thinking about it the whole night. I lost sleep trying to understand the film. I also lost sleep because Amazing M did not want to sleep through the night. Perhaps it was a welcome distraction.

Yes, it did have its share of sex scenes which were okay. But it did NOT make up for the ending which I did not see coming. Apparently a few viewers thought the ending was predictable. Really? Really? Am I that naive?

Have I piqued your curiosity? Perhaps you have a penchant for extremely arty French films which explore bodily obsessions without boundaries. PM me if you want a spoiler.The final scene was sick inducing. You know the feeling when you’ve had a bit too much to drink and stomach acid travels up your oesophagus? Well, I experienced that sans cocktails.

This was definitely not a delicious moment. But you live and learn. Never again will I ask Mr B to choose a film to watch.

Happy Boxing Day!

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