As
lighthearted French comedies go, I’m all yours is the darkest ever, as we
slowly and painfully get to realise. Though the tone is light and there are
chuckles aplenty, the darkness creeps in. It’s not a dark comedy, it’s more of
a mood dissonance thing, and as such is difficult to judge. The leads are
brilliant, as is the mother. It’s obvious how environment sometimes trumps
genetics when shaping a person. I just can’t seem to be as moved as I should.
Failed
the Bechdel test
3
miniskirts of 6