There is not much to be thrilled or even entertained a lot at 125 rue Montmartre. This address sums up the dull story taking place around here: the title means nothing, is not catchy and, worst of all, it doesn't show a special neighborhood with its continuity and discrepancies.
Michel Audiard's dialogue can't add much to a flat story that painfully goes through.
Definitely flat and dull except for the images of Paris before it eventually left behind those 19th century aspects.
Michel Audiard's dialogue can't add much to a flat story that painfully goes through.
Definitely flat and dull except for the images of Paris before it eventually left behind those 19th century aspects.