Sometimes you are so carried away by the cinematography a film, that
dialog
isn't required. Sometimes the direction and acting is so powerful that
the
characters are brought to life almost entirely without the use of
words.
This is not one of those films. Sometimes a film bores you to the point
of
slumber. Sometimes a film tries for high-concept and fails. This IS one
of those films.
Friday Night follows a woman who is moving in with her boyfriend
tomorrow
and is finishing the last of her packing. When she finishes, she jumps
in
the car to attend dinner at a friend's house. Due to a Paris transit
strike, the city is in gridlock. Based on radio requests for citizens
to
car-pool, she invites a stranger to get out of the cold and join her in
her
warm Peugeot. A near-dialogless hour later, they are fucking.
I went into this film expecting a French chick flick, but when my
girlfriend nudged me to wake me up, asking how much longer the movie
was, I realized that it just sucked. This movie would clearly be
nominated in the category "Boring Film of the Year" along with "Gerry",
and it clearly takes the "Lack of Dialog" Oscar for 2003. Don't see
this movie.
