The immediate difficulty with this film (and perhaps it might be my television), is the lack of 'redness' in the protagonists' red hair. Lacking that singular feature upon which much of the angst is based, the movie is flatter than last Tuesday's Ginger Ale.It's a nice ride at times, but the absolute lack of cohesion, rather than contributing to an anarchic or devilish tone, merely spreads itself like melting butter: not attractively, pointless and ultimately unpalatable. Basically, I was left with the Cosmic Question: "Who cares?" So much appeared forced. The most awkwardly obvious 'artistic' endeavour was the injection of bouncing, female breasts. Perhaps shocking or titillating, but cleverly balanced by sticking a fat, little, VERY young outsider of a female to watch the proceedings. She appeared as bored and uninterested as the audience probably was.A solid, imperial miss. Of the target. It can be enigmatic when the audience is teased with an element of "What the hell is really going on?" but when the Director doesn't seem to know, it's simply fatal.2/10

I knew nothing about this, just the fact that Vincent Cassel was starring. But I'm not sure there is a way to prepare for this really wild ride you're about to take while watching this movie. Cassel obviously has a lot of fun depicting the character he's portraying on screen here. He gets really OTT with it and it works more than fine. He's co-star is good too, both introduced in short segments, but both having something in common, that is more than the color of their hair.The movie that also has some nudity in it (male and female), will appall a lot of people, just by being so apparently crazy. It doesn't seem to have a goal (or a destination), especially at the beginning, but it's more about the journey itself. A journey that has no moral implications, but is just a wild day/night out. Do not try those things at home ;o)

The outcast red-haired teenager Rémy (Olivier Barthelemy) is bullied at school and lives with his estranged mother and sister in France. The also red-haired psychiatrist Patrick (Vincent Cassel) befriends Rémy and helps him to release his repressed hatred and sexuality. When Rémy sees a picture of red-haired people in Ireland, he forces Patrick to travel with him to his dreamland. "Notre Jour Viendra" is a dramatic and pointless journey to rage and self- destruction by the son of Costa-Gravas, Romain Gravas. The overrated film is painful to watch and goes nowhere, despite the good performances and the excellent music score. My vote is two.Title (Brazil): "Nosso Dia Chegará" ("Our Day Will Come")

Well 'Our Day Will Come' is not what I expected after seeing the trailer and hearing good things about it.Patrick's little speech while smoking a cigarette was probably the highlight for me.The only other remotely interesting scenes was when Remy found out his internet date was a bloke and everyone laughed at him. So he is gay or not? Does it matter? Where was this movie going????A French Thelma and Louise, with silly scenes of little importance, a masturbation scene in a jacuzzi which is hard to tell exactly what hes doing actually.I found Our Day Will Come totally mediocre at best.