I finished Read My Lips last night. It wasn't really as bad as I'm making it out to be, but it was nothing special. Just your standard caper/thriller/romance, that, because it's in French and stars people most Americans don't know, somehow gets passed off as "art cinema" or something. Among my many gripes about cinema, this is near the top. And the problem is, it cuts both ways - people think they're film snobs 'cause they like Amelie or The Killer or Cinema Paradiso, yet people who love shit like Speed and Die Hard would never watch a movie like Yojimbo or A Better Tomorrow or Time and Tide because they're subtitled.
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