Céline

There are terrible movies in this world like Simon Sez and Spice World the movie; then there is Céline by a guy named Brisseau. Most guys were in love at least once with a woman named Céline or related to a hot chick carrying that very same name; still, also this will not make you feel any better about this movie, as it goes so slowly that it barely contains the transmission of any comprehensible storyline whatsoever, and then of course you wonder why you are really still busy watching the screen which is transmitting nothing but the bore of a cold evening in Autumn. Surely the nudity should be making you feel better in this flick, but it won't make much difference as it is not exciting enough to arouse even the slightest of those inner feelings one likes to describe as motherly love in a Freudian Oedipus-world. And that, my friends, really conveys all I have to say about this utterly disappointing tearjerker of a film called "Céline" by a man named Brisseau, someone I hope I won't have to see any other title of during these next following years -though exceptions might still continue to exist somewhere in a far land under certain strict conditions, that much is sure-.