film

Seen in the Champion supermarket in Morzine

Reminded me of when I saw Bienvenue Chez les Ch’tis at Cornerhouse, and again last week.

Quoting a friend, Rain:

that film — with its dubious quasi fascistic weirdly sexist ideology — has a great deal to answer for

Verily.

Bought it; saw it again.

My language skills were better this time around and I could understand some of the jokes in the original French. Maybe the intervening eight months of watching lots of foreign films got some neurons firing again?

My brief review of Australia:

Third worst film I have seen in the last five years.

My longer review:

Australia didn’t leave me with as strong a feeling of utter rage as Happy Go Lucky, so in some respects Happy Go Lucky was the better film. However I don’t feel I can give a film which was so awful a superlative review by ranking it “worst”, or even “second worst”.