Les rencontres d'après minuit

I love French cinema, and this is semi-porno, totally pretentious rubbish. I have no desire to give away spoilers, but only to say that the monologues would be better suited to a third rate play or novel. Despite the overkill of beautiful apartment, beautiful lighting and use of colour ( someone compared this to Fassbinder. This is an insult to Fassbinder and especially to his great vision of Jean Genet's ' Querelle ' ) this is empty and devoid of interest. The transvestite maid was typical of French cinema of a certain period, badly acted and lacking in any way a sense of sexual fluidity. A man in bad drag is a man in bad drag, and this made ' La Cage aux Folles look a masterpiece! Pretty boys are just pretty boys when they cannot act, and the over acting of the final speech and the tears in the teen's eyes made me want to cry that a 21st century French film could be this bad. If there was a zero this would get one. Anyone who loves cinema please return to Bresson, Rohmer and films like ' Theo and Hugo ' and ' Sauvage ' for real complexity, for real visual truth and in the latter two films sexual truth.