by I ate all your bees » October 20th, 2006, 5:53 am
If you want a film that's so bad because it's not even funny, try the arse-numbingly boring three hours of French Art-house called L'Intrus. It basically is The Ocean Walker because it's meant to be incredibly deep when it is, in fact, the most colossal balls.
First he's sleeping with the chemist, then he goes downstairs, kills someone who I thought was the chemist, but then he goes back upstairs and carries on sleeping with the chemist, so, not. He is followed round by a Russian woman, gets an illegal heart transplant and then is dragged around in the snow on the back of said Russian's motorbike leaving a trail of blood. He now inexplicably goes to Korea and buys a cruiseliner. Don't ask me where he got the money. He then turns up on a small island near Haiti, builds a hut and finds his illegitimate son, except it isn't really. Then his real son, who when we last checked was back in France turns up in the island's morgue. And - Oh NO! it seems that the illegal transplant used his son's heart and thusly he killed his real son. Except I have a feeling it may have been a really clunky metaphor, so maybe it didn't really happen. He then puts his son and his fake-ilegitimate-son on his cruiseliner and sails off.
I wanted to kill myself. So did everyone else in the cinema - I know, we discussed it.
If the crib is on fire you don't speculate that the baby might be flame retardant.