In Praise Of Love

Rating:
Summary: what a junk! 1 star minus 100
Review: this is one of the worst movies (if you could called this junk, a movie) that i've ever watched. the whole thing is such a pretentious and obscure junk that tried very hard to be DEEP and nostalgic, but only resulted in an aimless and purposeless dead-beat. the quality of this film, my god, the worst i've ever encountered. i've tried 5 times to restart and to rewatch this junk, from the very beginning to the end, or by selected chapters or scenes one by one, but never could get any meaningful thing out of it. the whole film was chopped into pieces, suddenly black n white, or terrible colored and fuzzy scenes, suddenly, two years back, suddenly two months later. And, did you ever see the sea turn red? or it's the 'red sea' geogrphically speaking? those characters in this so-called film, either sitting around or walking around, for what? NADA! most of them were talking deep, i mean, really deep, and everybody was a philosopher, aimlessly gazed through windows at outside, talked about time, life, all the necessary evils about life, but in the end, what goes around, comes around, the u.s. hard currency, man, to make a better living in france. what a pretentious and pathetic junk. if you could call this a movie, i'd prefer watching chaplin's black/white silent ones, at least they sometimes could still make me laugh. i rest my case.