Dans Paris

Imagine the most depressing film ever..... go on. No really.... Not one where people die, or children scream, but a horribly poignant take on everyday family life. A father despairing at his grown son sleeping for the fourth day in a role, on voluntary hunger strike. Add bad lines, terrible costume and grey, a lot of grey, and you're half way to imagining 'Dans Paris', a crap French film out this weekend. (Excuse me for the patronisation, but it means 'Inside Paris', not Dan's Paris as a friend joked today.) Please don't go to see it. I'll pay for you to see something else instead, really. A poor friend and I only lasted 45 minutes and it took a glass of Shiraz and two hours of conveyor sushi to make up for it.