Quand j'étais chanteur - The Singer

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Take enough steps up the stairs and all the time in the first ten minutes still matter not. Even in the wake of short staff walk-ins with no doors and no ropes to jump across. Casual is the affair and it's the lack of light which suggests that the film is already underway.

And so it is, Gérard Depardieu as Alain Moreau, one lounge singer to rule them all. A veritable ladies man and a man still with one rather distinct facial feature that carries over from one film to the next. Here, however, a seeming cast into lesser prominence as the vocal skills shine over.

Back and forth, moving on shifting planes of acceptance, of womanising behaviour and of leery institutions. Playing against the chase of a real estate agent and the wares on the books, there's this comfort zone which happens to fall beyond the en suite of all the houses never seen.

Lessons in lounge love and learning to swing with the beat and jazzy tones of the saxophone. Words fail to read when eyes close on subtitles, as is the case with any French foreign film.

Resolution walks away from the close, shy of the finality of it all or from the sheer superfluous nature of flux in relationships.

Soon Van - Sunday, 1 April 2007 - 18:19

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