Heartbreaker recalls a moment in movie history, when rum-com bubble was fun and glamorous and romantic.
Given that Hollywood now sets the bar for the romantic comedy so miserably low, it seems overwhelming to proclaim the praises low Heartbreaker the best French film of the year.
Yet it is surely: it recalls a time when the history of film rom-coms are fun and glamorous and romantic. There's a chemistry between its two protagonists nicely spiky, some acid spirit, and an amazingly wild physical comedy. Being put in sunny Monte Carlo, he even echoes films mid-20th century who used the beautiful coastline Riviera as a backdrop to court.
Dishevelled Dreamboat Romain Duris (The Beat That My Heart Skipped), whose USP was until smoldering intensity, dramatically expands its brief here.
He, Alex, a cornerstone of the business hired to drive a wedge between couples unfit, with his intelligent, versatile sister (Julie Ferrier, excellent) and the hapless brother-in-law (François Damiens) in support, he deploys his seductive charm to help women see the flaws in his romantic life.
His tough assignment engaged in suspicious father Juliette (Vanessa Paradis, smooth and sharp-witted), an energetic entrepreneur is going to marry a charming, wealthy English philanthropist (Andrew Lincoln).
Heartbreaker starts strongly, with a brilliant prologue shows Alex in action, under the guise of humanitarian dashing doctor, he rushes across the north African villages in a jeep, the introduction of vaccines for the doe eyes of children, and the woman he was hired to target is clearly weak - the knees. He darkly funny sequence that does not shy away from cynicism trade Alex.
Like most romantic comedies, ending Heartbreaker, not unpredictable.
But she is intelligent, well-acted and fast on his feet, that the journey trumps the final destination.
Sources: Telegraph
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