Welcome to New York (French-English; 2014)

I cannot fathom why the doyen, Gérard Depardieu, the name who is synonymous with modern contemporary French cinema would stoop so low as to appear in a meaningless movie like this one.
It is no secret that it is a thinly veiled saga of the defamed ex-IMF chief Dominique Strauss-Kahn. There are too many similarities between the two to deny.
If one were to think that the film was made to highlight how he was framed, or show another version of how it have happened or how the whole fracas affected his career or his nomination of Presidency, you are in for a surprise.
It depicts none of those.
As you are aware, this high flying big gun with a soft spot for the fairer sex was to go for Presidency of France. The fact that the the accusation of rape by a chamber-maid in a New York so near before the win event screamed to high heavens of conspiracy theories. However, the film depicted none of the above. In short it was a pure meaningless graphic display of warped deviant show of lust and its varieties. The actual story only picked up towards the second half of show, that too in a wishy-washy malaise fashion.
It paints DSK as a remorseless sloppy oversized man way past his prime who thinks that everything can be bought with money. Everybody else is a persona non grata, the only important thing to him seem to be luring females and fulfilling his lust.
Jacqueline Bisset plays the role of his wife, Monique, whose is fed-up with his antics. She is more worried of how that snafu would jeopardise her advancement in her career as she is all too familiar with his skirt chasing habit.
The film is extremely draggy detailing all irrelevant detail including a full monty strip search of Depardieu in prison. After living in exile in Russia after tax problems in his native country France, perhaps he does not care much about French cinema and it is pay back time!
The French cinema has 'self censored' itself by not screening it in its theatres. The producers may have a hard time defending against the many legal suits that the Strauss-Kahn family is soon to file.

I cannot fathom why the doyen, Gérard Depardieu, the name who is synonymous with modern contemporary French cinema would stoop so low as to appear in a meaningless movie like this one.
It is no secret that it is a thinly veiled saga of the defamed ex-IMF chief Dominique Strauss-Kahn. There are too many similarities between the two to deny.
If one were to think that the film was made to highlight how he was framed, or show another version of how it have happened or how the whole fracas affected his career or his nomination of Presidency, you are in for a surprise.
It depicts none of those.
As you are aware, this high flying big gun with a soft spot for the fairer sex was to go for Presidency of France. The fact that the the accusation of rape by a chamber-maid in a New York so near before the win event screamed to high heavens of conspiracy theories. However, the film depicted none of the above. In short it was a pure meaningless graphic display of warped deviant show of lust and its varieties. The actual story only picked up towards the second half of show, that too in a wishy-washy malaise fashion.

Jacqueline Bisset plays the role of his wife, Monique, whose is fed-up with his antics. She is more worried of how that snafu would jeopardise her advancement in her career as she is all too familiar with his skirt chasing habit.
The film is extremely draggy detailing all irrelevant detail including a full monty strip search of Depardieu in prison. After living in exile in Russia after tax problems in his native country France, perhaps he does not care much about French cinema and it is pay back time!
The French cinema has 'self censored' itself by not screening it in its theatres. The producers may have a hard time defending against the many legal suits that the Strauss-Kahn family is soon to file.
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