Tony is admitted to a rehabilitation center after a serious ski accident. Dependent on the medical staff and pain relievers, she remembers a tumultuous love story with ludicrously handsome and charismatic Georgio.
The central couple's ups and downs may grow tiresome, but the characters, powerfully realized by Emmanuelle Bercot and an especially riveting Vincent Cassel, never do.
A movie that will make the audience feel miserable but in a good way. There's a lot of memorable scenes and plenty of crying material. [Full review in Spanish]
Love is blind, but the audience isn't, and why these future contestants on The Jerry Springer Show stay together is anyone's guess, particularly Maïwenn's.
I can't deny the merits of My King. But I stand by my assessment of this kind of movie. It's difficult to watch for all its meanness and destructive histrionics.
The movie not have much to say that is new about how an insecure woman can be tormented by a sexy, narcissistic man who alternately overwhelms her with affection and rejects her coldly, but it tells this ageold story in a way that held my interest.
For some reason Maïwenn has decided to frame all this with a baldly metaphorical sequence in which the attorney, newly single again, wipes out in a skiing accident and mulls over the past as she learns to walk again at a posh rehabilitation center.
The meteoric Bercot brings to mind, variously, Isabelle Huppert, Michelle Williams, and Toni Collette. And Cassel has the greatest head in cinema next to that of Javier Bardem. But not even they can make this miserable marriage work.
