The many, many wars in Europe suggest the people they enjoy killing. It seems the continental past time. Was there every a period of sustained peace? The history certainly doesn't suggest so. So, when they're not fooling around on their wives -- who always seem to utterly clueless and therefore pathetic -- they're killing each other or someone else.
That's basically the premise here. Two grown men spending a significant portion of their adult lives trying to kill each other. People watch. People help. But if you're waiting for some kind of growth or self awareness, you won't find it here.
Because it's paced so slowly and filmed like a Kubick movie, it's supposed to be poignant. It's not. It's just a story that takes place over many years about two knuckleheads whose mentalities are too small to figure out anything better to do.
And they're supposed to be French but speak in British or American accidents. I'd say that says something, too, but it would be lost on too many people.
Just tedious with some costumes and scenery.
That's basically the premise here. Two grown men spending a significant portion of their adult lives trying to kill each other. People watch. People help. But if you're waiting for some kind of growth or self awareness, you won't find it here.
Because it's paced so slowly and filmed like a Kubick movie, it's supposed to be poignant. It's not. It's just a story that takes place over many years about two knuckleheads whose mentalities are too small to figure out anything better to do.
And they're supposed to be French but speak in British or American accidents. I'd say that says something, too, but it would be lost on too many people.
Just tedious with some costumes and scenery.