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Excellent but underrated film

what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.

This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.

Dedalus is in a personal maze and he can't get out of it. He questions himself, fails, questions more and still fails.This film is boring, there are no other adjective for it. Other reviews say it is boring and it does not create any emotion apart from boredom, are we then all mad ?You can try watching it, if you are a PhD student and want to finish your doctorate, if you have issues with your girlfriend, you might get an answer or you might not.The title says almost everything and from it, it would give you a hint at why it should be avoided at all cost.This is a continuous non eventful movie, nothing happens because in the character's life, nothing happens, it is static. Inertia should be Dedalus middle name. This is not a waltz of emotions, it is a pure boring nightmare.

Sorry, I didn't really read the other comment because frankly it was just too wordy for me, and it didn't really explain anything or answer any questions.So I'll keep it brief...I (having lived in France and studied French for many years) also love French cinema and French actors, but I was one of the above aforementioned "bored" viewers. So it isn't just anti-intellectuals who would be willing this film to end. We all know French films can be slow-paced but this is just ridiculous.My advice, steer clear. There are much better ways to spend 170 or so minutes of your life. Watching paint dry perhaps.

French Realism is like any other Realism, but longer. The Realist film-maker shoots "real people" in "real life". Here, in this film, there are some guys and girls, and they meet, talk, drink, eat, sleep, make love, wake up, walk, stop walking, look at something, walk past a traffic sign, light a cigarette next to a car, etc., etc. Maybe if you were a native of an entirely different culture you might find all this interesting, but my recommendation is to avoid the film and go out with your friends instead. Maybe film your evening on video and send it to Despleschin so he can re-edit it as "Ma Vie Sexuelle 2." The film is well made and well acted, but my 93-year-old grandmother is slightly more interesting and a bit less predictable. Sad to say, but this kind of film seems to be increasingly what is imported from France; films by youngish film-makers who suffer from that terrible narcissism: that people like them are endlessly fascinating and worth 3 hours of a stranger's time. In most cases this is sadly not so: my friends are much more interesting, my life is more real, and my thoughts are more profound. Not intrinsically, but just because I live them, I don't read them off a screen.

James Joyce may have been the greatest writer of the 20th century, but his altar-ego, Stephen Dedalus, is one of literature's great bores, a self-regarding intellectual who gets so lost in a swamp of second-hand ideas he does not know how to live life, and where one line will do, will speak reams of dense, circular, allusive cant.Ditto his namesake Paul in this film, with whom we have the privilege of spending three hours, as he talks, makes a mess of his life, talks, makes a mess of his career, talks, makes a mess of his relationships, and talks. 173 minutes. Like Stephen, his problems with writing are linked to his problems with sex. This is a key film of the Young French Cinema, which favours the flat filming of dozens of bright charmless young things drinking coffee and talking about Wittgenstein. Great.