Friday, June 19, 2009

J’AMERAIS PAS CREVER UN DIMANCHE / DON’T LET ME DIE ON A SUNDAY (1998)

Our story: A necrophiliac morgue employee gets a big surprise while ‘enjoying’ himself with one of his younger ‘clients;’ the dead girl wakes up! Talk about coitus interruptus! He’s good, he’s VERY good. At least that explains all those corpse POV shots we get from scripter/megger Didier Le Pecheur. Cinematic foreshadowing, I guess. Once revived, the punkish young woman joins in the S&M fun practiced by the whole disco-loving morgue gang, with just a little time out now & then for visits to a former morgue colleague who is beatifically dying from AIDS on a scenic isle. All this, plus loads & loads of philosophic talk and smokes, before we end things with a blink-twice-and-you’ll-miss-it wise blessing from beyond. Here’s a suggestion, just blink once, very, very slowly . . . and miss the whole thing.

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