I sat down to watch this flm with high expectations as it had been so well reviewed, but I quickly began to feel that I had been misled and was even tempted to stop watching once or twice later on. It's a piece of nauseous self-indulgence in my opinion and, as a gay, I finished the film feeling cheated and betrayed. Guillaume Gallienne has no other object in mind than to show us what a marvel he is - and just in case we're tempted to trust our own judgement and disagree he reminds us in the credits of his association with the French National Theatre. What an ego! But I did laugh gently two or three times and the sound track wasn't bad......
Review of Me, Myself and Mum
