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Rating: "What Men Don't Say" is:
I love you, for who you are.
And it won't matter if you grow old, if your body wilts, and if your energy fades along with your beauty, no. You can always count on me.
It's 2 AM and tomorrow I have a meeting at dawn but... Let's talk. What do you want to talk about now, let's hear it?
I'm listening. You know that when you talk, I'm the one who listens.
Shall we talk about this movie? This "What Men Don't Say" by Nicole Garcia that's just hit the theaters.
It’s an ensemble film with a paleontologist, a tennis player, a politician, a frustrated teacher, a thief, a half-womanizer, and a kid who is his son, not the height of originality... a bit like the usual ensemble film à la Altman but... beautiful.
Those slow movies full of brilliant and barely eventful dialogues, just the way we like them.
A French movie all snazzy and intellectual where everyone talks, talks, and talks. Generally, the French get on my nerves. French women? No... they are always beautiful and always have a mischievous and intriguing air, but honestly, I wouldn't have wanted to see a pretty girl in this movie.
Are you tired? Do you want us to stop here? Do you want me to give you a massage? Shall I make you a cup of hot tea? Tell me, darling... anything and I'll do it for you.
Ok, sorry... I'll continue.
In this movie, everyone talks, whispers, all cases for psychoanalysis... abandoned childhoods, memories full of suffering, continuous guilt, cries, and classical immobility of the genre... heavy and predictable even if it has some truly hilarious moments. But we men generally "adore" slow, introspective, very intellectual films full of psychoanalytical and deep reflections!!
We men just can't stand farting action movies (oops... sorry for the word) full of special effects. Oh no no.
But the actors are good... I'm talking about the various Vincent Lindon and Benoit Magimel... but also the boy Ferdinand Martin, a real prodigy... they act naturally and brilliantly and know how to convey their anxieties and neuroses well.
Look if there had been two classic bombshells that take your breath away, sexy to death, and with all the attributes hanging out, it would have been vulgar. Better to have some cute but bland women... much better for the credibility of the story... yes, yes.
It's a pity that these are the usual films that last 5 days in theaters and then... straight to Blockbuster!
We'll have to wait the classic 4 months to watch it again 4 or 5 times on DVD, indeed. Not for anything else but to delve into certain nuances and reflect with you on some dialogues about the couple that I missed.
But... are you asleep now?
I speak, and you don't listen to me?
Oh well, it doesn't matter... in short: brilliant dialogues, so-so story, zero action, beautiful girls not even with a lantern... but in the end, to us men, psychological depth matters. I repeat: the action itself doesn't matter at all.
Certainly, they were clever, eh? With a title like this, what woman will refuse to see it? Ohh but don't believe... you know I don't even look at others out of the corner of my eye. When a pretty girl passes by, I generally turn to the other side, AND YOU KNOW IT.
For me, there is only you and nothing else, Love.
And then I'll tell you... for years I hadn't cried, and finally, I deliberately cried, letting myself be carried away by feelings and emotions. My eyes were teary, BUT I didn't care at all... I was proud of my fragilities and thus I didn't hold back.
What do you say? If I watched the Roma match on TV? ARE YOU CRAZY? you know that when you're home, I only have eyes for you.
You are at the center of my thoughts, and I live only for you.
I love you, love... oh nooo, don't worry about the few white hairs you have and the orange peel on your hips. I really like these details, especially on you... Indeed... I love you even for that.
Goodnight... Sorry, I'll step out on the balcony for a second, I need to fart. Do you mind?
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