It's a great movie that makes you wonder about the meaning of life. Unfortunately it also tries to be arty, Richie doesn't seem to do very well because the ending turns out to be something in between a film by François Truffaut and David Lynch; this leaves us with the question, who is André Téchiné? What does he stand for? Honestly the answers are not given, but it's an interesting movie... for copycats. We've seen all this before in movies decades ago by other directors way superior to Téchiné, only better. We are left with something we will forget but it's not bad either: Béart always tends to take off her clothes in whatever movie she's in.
Review of I Don't Kiss
