This is one of the few French films that either you will like or hate. There is no in between because the subject and treatment is different. It is not easy to hold someone's interest throughout the film of such nature. Unfortunately, I belong in the second category where I didn't particularly cared too much for the characters or the film in general. I could have stopped watching the film at any point and continued after missing a substantial portion and still not miss much because there isn't much going on in the first place.Pierre is a blocked writer, a former gigolo now in his 50's who has been HIV positive for 20 plus years. He is depressed in life because no one wants him and he doesn't have much to go n with his life. Film progresses with Pierre having conversations over cigarettes with various gigolos (former) discussing life and money. He sees a shrink, who advices him to go for younger gigolos so that he can get a boost in his life. He reads aloud a love letter from the Eighties with slightly tearful wistfulness from an ex-lover who dies long long ago. In all this a rich man for whom Pierre thought that he will get all his money but that is not the case. The film has finally some action but it fades as soon as it had started. The film ends with Pierre agreeing to don a drag dress to go out with a much younger muscular gigolo.
Seriously, what the hell was this about. If it was about depression, the some sort of hope is also needed. Just looking through a man's conversations that go nowhere is not my cup of tea. Pierre comes across as self centered, one dimensional, and uncaring... bitter, but not willing to look at any options.
Completely avoidable. Even French make mistakes :) (1/10)
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