Daily Dujardin/ Dujardin du Jour
Your Dujardin du jour. If you’ve not see The Artist in theaters, go see it. If you already have, see it again and drag your mother with you. My mom should be thrilled that I’m not in town for Mother’s Day- I would drag her with me to see The Artist all over again.
Your Dujardin du jour, and the last of my Dujardrinking games is for Un Balcon Sur La Mer. I let you guys pick the movie I’d watch this week, and there was really no contest. You picked Un Balcon Sur La Mer, the one movie out of the four choices I wanted to see the least. I’m not a big fan of boring romances, but I wanted to keep the Dujardrinking Fest eclectic, and this was the one genre I hadn’t covered yet.
So if there’s a hint of drunken fury in this review, just know that I hated this movie on its genre alone.
The Movie: Un Balcon Sur La Mer (English Title: A View of Love)
Drink of Choice: Wine.
The Game: Take a sip every time Jean Dujardin sits in a chair and looks really sad.
Alternative Game: Every time Jean smokes.
Drunk Meter: Tipsy.
It was really hard to come up with a game for this movie. I was so angry at its existence and slow pace that I just settled on every time Jean looks really sad while sitting in a chair. It’s sort of ridiculous.
Yeah, I hated this movie. There isn’t really enough of anything to latch on to- there isn’t enough of a plot or explanation of the weird real estate scam subplot. And to everyone who told me about the really hot make out scene: sure, it’s hot. I particularly admire Marie-Josèe Croze’s make-out initiation technique: just grab the back of some guy’s neck and you’re in.
But I’ve seen Shame. Fassbender’s Fassbender. Unless Dujardin’s Lil Jean makes an appearance, I think I’ll skip any romantic film of his. But if you like romantic movies, don’t let my bitterness deter you from Un Balcon Sur La Mer. It gets really hot and heavy- and I’m talking about that one scene where Jean intensely dances. It’s like he’s contractually obligated to do it at least once in every one of his movies.
…That’s the dancing face of a professional.