Now we know why Godard and Truffaut made such crud movies. They began as critics on Cahiers du Cinema and that magazine rated THIS piece of cheese one of the Best 10 films of 2002. It is to laugh. Let me pitch a story to you. Two young girls in Paris, passable looking but nothing to write home about. One strips and openly masturbates for customers at a strip club, the other tends bar there. When one refuses to put out after the show the owner fires them both. The bartender moves in with the stripper, who encourages her to shed her inhibitions. Then a light bulb ignites over the stripper's head. 'Why don't we sleep our way to the top'. This is SO original. I shudder to think how far Nell Gywnne or Lola Montez might have gone if they'd have come up with an idea like this. Thing is, that's IT. End of story. Okay, there are always going to be youngsters who have never seen a naked girl masturbating but in the 21st century they are going to be few and far between. If you like sub-Catherine Breillat then run, don't walk to the box office. Otherwise check out Matrix #9.
Review of Secret Things
