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Michael Caine is said once to have cheerfully accepted a role in a film because the script began with: "1. EXT. SOUTH OF FRANCE - DAY."
That can be the only explanation for anyone wanting to take part in this gruesomely unfunny and tacky comedy-farce set in the fleshpots of the Cote d'Azur: Biarritz, Nice, Monte Carlo.
Audrey "Amelie" Tautou plays Irene, a gold-digging adventuress who sleeps with dopey hotel waiter Jean - an inert performance from Gad Elmaleh - believing him to be wealthy.
Her rash dalliance enrages her current sugar-daddy, who dumps her.
Jean then embarks on a new career as toyboy to one of the many rich, horny cougar-women who supposedly frequent the grand hotels, and finds a new sympathy developing with Irene.
The whole movie slavers over bling, and has a nasty, dated air of pseudo-worldliness and ersatz sophistication.
With its luxury-tourist locations, it is basically vulgar, and not in a good way, and reminded me of the opening title sequence to the 70s TV show The Persuaders, but without that programme's charm. The title should be Clueless, or Hopeless.
