I don't know where to begin with this movie, it's just such a drag of a movie that seemingly goes on forever and focus on all the wrong things for the more part.I tried watching it one 2 other ocassions but I just couldn't get into it so I switched it off and put on something else.On the third I decided to just stick with it so I've at least watched it once, and kinda wished I hadn't.A lot of long boring everyday scenes of people doing much to nothing or walking from point a to b or Vincent Gallo playing the fiddle (metaphorically speaking... yes just that, not once but twice in the movie we witness this, luckily nothing too graphic there at least).There is a little gore but only in a couple scenes so the poster if a all bloody woman is a little misleading if you ask me.And those scenes tbh feel a bit random, but then I suppose everything in this movie does, and there doesn't seem to be much point to anything (although I'm sure it does I just didn't have the patience or desire to translate some potential symbolisms as it was just boring simple and plain).Beatrice Dalle is the only redeeming factor and why I give this a 2 instead of a 1.

Another word (to me) for pretentious could be boring, or maybe dull, because when a film tries too hard to have hidden depths sometimes it just plunges deep into the abyss. This is where Trouble Every Day dwells.I heard about the movie while reading a horror encyclopedia somewhere so I thought I'd track it down. I'm no newbie when it comes to challenging horror cinema and I actively seek out things which my local multiplex wouldn't show. I also don't mind if a film moves relatively slowly, but it takes a few morsels of plot along the way to smoulder my interest, Trouble Every Day fails to keep that interest and it's almost as if the director thought he could pad out 90% of the film with any dreary old shots because we wanted to see the reported shocking ending. I'm afraid not though.When it finally gets to the good stuff, its a damp squib. So much more could have been done with the entire premise, much like Let The Right One In. The (little) gore is not really that shocking and at times you don't even know what's going on. All in all, it's just not that good of a film and it's no great wonder it doesn't get much recognition. I would have given it a 2 but I liked the theme music so a generous 3 then.

Doing research on french sickies, you all know the holy three...(Martyrs, Frontiere, Inside)I noticed this flick. Just before Dans Ma Peau they released this weird movie. I can agree that if you liked The Addiction you will like this one. But again, it is typical French, extremely slow and a lot of talking. There is a bit of blood in it and one sickening scene. I won't spoil what is going on between a just married couple going on honeymoon. But be aware. French movies clock in above the average 90 minutes and they were slow at that time being. As I said, after this one came another slow sickie, Dans Ma Peau, just before France was put onto the horror map with the first real sickies Irreversible and Haute Tension, both from 2003. Nice to see that after the era of JP Belmondo and Alain Delon France was ready for the real stuff.

Here we have a French horror film, directed by Claire Denis. I found this film by chance and decided to check it out for no other reason than curiosity. Most of the films I watch I've either known about for years or discovered through a "paper trail" as it were. It's films like Trouble Every Day that sap all the energy out of me when writing a review…I'm teetering very slowly on the edge of exclusively reviewing older films rather than traipsing through a land of the absolute garbage that's been released in the past decade. It's a good thing this came out 9 years ago, otherwise the statement I made about French cinema in a recent review would be rendered useless.The synopsis of the film is about a recently married American couple who are honey-mooning in Paris. The husband is stricken with a strange sexual desire to inflict damage during intimacy. The affects, on a more grand scale, mirror those of cannibalistic tendencies. He seeks treatment from an expert in the field that may be of use to him; the doctor's wife also suffers from this strange desire but on a more severe level.Horror films within the last decade have tried so desperately to create their own niche in the market, and more often than not, end up creating a sub-genre of try-too-hards. Speaking on a more personal level, I am an artist. I am appreciative of various mediums and I can respect a film's artistic vision if it actually has one. There has to be some level of structure involved on all fronts, otherwise the talent pool becomes cluttered with a mass of idiots who like to pretend they're something they aren't. I don't know Claire Denis as a human being face to face but it's apparent that the message of her film is obscure and "artistic" just for the sake of being that way; there are few things on this planet that annoy me greater than that. The people that praised this film for its direction are probably the same people that live in a delusional fairyland where untalented directors can release vomit for wholesale and be praised for it simultaneously. This one is for the birds. If you'd like to watch a film that doesn't pretend to be sophisticated, watch 1984's The Company of Wolves – a film that utilizes terrific use of symbolism as a result of REAL talent – not slapdash ridiculousness produced by a team of wannabe's.