The title is taken from the trashy pulp novels that one used to buy in French train stations. That suits this movie - there's not much substance, but it's not an altogether bad read, either.
My complaint is there is too much going on. Some scenes/characters/events only appear to plant a seed of confusion or doubt about what is really happening, and then they disappear. There are plot lines headed every which-way and only one or two of the really matter. I was disappointed by the ending. There is a lot of deus ex machina going on.
My highest compliments go to Dominique Pinon (City of Lost Children, Amelie, Delicatessen) whose rubbery face really saves this movie.
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