NOT MY TYPE is the story of a mismatched romance between a Parisian philosopher, exiled to teach in quiet Arras, and the sunny single- mother hairdresser he meets there. At first it seems like an amusing romcom about opposites attracting, but then the jokes stop. Then it seems like it might become a bittersweet, realistic love story full of regrets and misunderstandings, but then it runs out of ideas. At a certain point the relationship simply shudders to a halt and we're left to watch the same scenes over and over again (he endlessly reads to her from classic French literature but it doesn't matter because nothing seems to change). It doesn't help that the film is not much shy of two hours when it could easily have been 90 minutes. The leads are good, the setting unusual, the camera-work excellent and it benefits from being laugh-out-loud French (the philosopher even wears a black turtleneck sweater) but its failure to progress or come to a real conclusion leaves more questions than answers.
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