The London Film Festival is a massive deal, at least from a raw numbers point of view.
I was surprised by how immediately the connections presented themselves.
Its silly, really, as this is a pretty well curated amalgam of cinema.
Rumours abound that they could dodge destiny by proving themselves through artistic or romantic expression.
Of course, Nicolas isnt at all interested, and soon leaves them hanging.
She sleeps, she types, she has sex with random men.
She picks her nose and watches daytime television.
She doesnt stop him.
In fact, she moves his hand over her throat, and invites him to squeeze.
Afterwards, she mops up as he catches up on his soaps.
This isnt the life she expected to lead.
All these efforts, for something Im not interested in, she laments.
Soon, shes fired and is left applying for a job as a door-to-door sales representative for a publisher.
There they live a spartan dream, away from the grime of the capital.
That it is straightforward, naturalistic in its representation of this, is quite audacious.
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Rating:
4 out of 5
