Il riccone cittadino, materialista e gretto, eredita una casa nella bucolica campagna francese, da, udite la novità, uno zio con cui aveva perso i contatti decenni or sono. Dimenticavo, incontra una donna francese, ovviamente a lui caratterialmente antitetica, con la quale inizialmente litiga di brutto. Indovinate cosa succede al freddo broker londinese da qua in poi? La banalità, null'altro che la banalità.
Unfortunately, a Scott completist can't write this, his worst film, off because there are autobiographical/cinephile puzzle pieces to be found here, and his visuals are still untouchable, but well, there's a reason Russ isn't a fucking comedian. If he'd just slowed down and did some Alien-style rewrites, this could have been his Summertime.
I was torn between giving this film 2 or 3 stars,I settled on 3(but just bearly)....its not a bad film but its does feel quite a bit imbalanced.I see a heavy Tati influence distInctly in this film with its humor in parts but it does feel out of tone with the rest of the film.There's cliche's in the film but the characters are likable and I really enjoy the location and the cinimatogophy (even if its under utilized).
A filthy rich heartless bastard gets in touch with What Really Matters while tidying up his late uncle's estate in France. The purest garbage. Some fine performances from Marion Cotillard and Freddie Highmore among others, but the film is just agony. Russell Crowe manages some moments where you remember why you used to give a damn about what he did.