Wow, this is bad. This is the story of a gay couple, one American (Kyle) and the other French (Marcel). Marcel marries a lesbian in order to stay in the country, while Kyle's trans sister is forced to remove her breast implants and returns to being a man, and moves in with the couple. Cue a whole lot of jealousy on the part of Marcel.This movie strikes me a lot like The Room. The dialogue is awkward and stilted, and the two main actors deliver their lines with a complete lack of emotion or affect. The only thing they're apparently able to do is vary their volume: when they're supposed to be angry, they get louder, and when they're supposed to be sad, they get quieter. The movie is generally shot from Marcel's point of view, and he, like Tommy Wiseau's Johnny, becomes increasingly unhinged over the course of the movie. He's jealous, possessive, and nasty when he doesn't get his way. Of course, Kyle is no prize, and does some awful things in the movie as well, but with the focus on Marcel, it's hard to see him as anything other than the bad guy.There are multiple songs cut into the film, performed by Kyle, his sister, and some other guy who I don't think actually had any lines. They serve no purpose other than to showcase the actors' musical "talents".About the only good part of this movie is the lesbian character: she's actually played by a decent actress and mostly stays above the fray. Otherwise, I cannot recommend anything about this movie.

There was a small exchange in the film between Kyle and Sarah where he says: "He (Marcel, his boyfriend) can be so egoistic sometimes!", to which she replies "Actors!" That reminded me Jules Renard's wonderfully biting gag "An egoist is someone that does not care for me." It sums up pretty well I think the stupid tone of this film.A new low for bad writing, too. "It was so exciting," and after two lines "It meant nothing"? Has anyone told these people that writing is not brainstorming clichés in an effort that apparently spans some days in the making of that script. Unless implausibility is what one wants to encounter - did I say implausibility? And then "You're a born loser"? OK, we came to appreciate the high-school charm of the concert's throughout presence that comments and communicates what happens in the film, bla bla bla, but this is off limits; telling your boyfriend how you feel, by a song in a concert? Whee, how humiliating. And lame. And mad.Perhaps you will say, that happens in real life. Sure, there are people, lots of people who wander through life thinking they are ethically realistic, which is actually another name for cynicism, but who cares? "I'm an artist, and my heart tells me what to do." That means "I'm using this as an excuse to prove I am conceited." And then things try to get even worse, and make an amazing effort in the end. Why did I say try?Ah, let's remember Dali, and his wonderful phrase: "Mediocre artists, no matter how hard you strive to be bad, you will always be mediocre."

I've read much of the comments here, those long and boring essays people write. In my comment I will try to be brief, short as possible. So, I will begin.When I saw this movie I was like..."awesome", "great"... and things like that were going again and again through my mind. I think the movie was well done, the colors (the use of symbolic colors like gray, strong red...), the development (use of flashbacks, shuffled scenes...). But what I didn't like was the end. I've seen a lot of dramatic-gay films and I think it was just another "of those ones". When I say "of those ones" I talk about gay dramas that end in death. When I began watching the film I though it was going to be different; but not, it was the same sketch, the same diagram that seem to have most of gay dramas.I've heard people saying that "gay relationships end in tragedy" and I detest when people say this, and when I see this on gay movies. It would be better to have some gay dramas with less tragic ends, it would be better to have some happy endings, we have to show people that gays can "survive" on relations like most of heterosexuals do. It would be better for this movie to have a happy ending... like for example... Kyle at hospital recovering from the accident...or something like that... But that scene of Kyle laying on the floor... losing his life... and Marcel crying at the apartment...I think it was lame...I think it was more of the same... I think the end was not original.

First, the good news is that this movie has some interesting concert scenes, the soundtrack is pretty good, and it is quite entertaining. (In the same way a train wreck is entertaining. You want to look away, but you can't.) That said, I saw this at the NY screening on 1/30/09, and it is certainly among the worst ten films I have seen in my life. Probably top five. Perhaps the worst, period.My main complaint is with the writer (and director) Casper Andreas. His script is absolute garbage. He has enormous potential as a director, but he needs to learn that he shouldn't poison his own movies with his own words.The dialogue is totally awful - the experience is akin to being force-fed heaping spoonfuls of sugar until your body falls into a coma. The lines is so forced, so overwrought, so charged with false drama, that I didn't believe the story I was being told.I would be able to forgive Andrea if he had written it in a single, late-night, drug-induced rage the day before shooting.But no. Speaking at the Q&A following the screening, he mentioned that he had written it around ten years ago.Ten. Years.Ten years, and this is the result? I felt embarrassed for Andreas. What a waste of the talent of his cast. What a waste of twelve bucks.