The results are often amusing--how many times have the movies gone back to the high concept of the earthy everyman melting the high class ice goddess? At the start it seems impossible that imperiously chic art gallery owner Huppert could ever get in the sack with this rough-hewn handyman fuck-up. But believably, they do. By movie's end, she's smiling and sporting tight jeans. The movie will open in France and Belgium in November, and seeks North American distribution.
I flipcammed Huppert and Fontaine, below, with the trailer and a sampling of Toronto reviews.
When a lusty and vulgar Belgian workman (Benoit Poelvoorde) barges into the ultra-orderly life of a frosty Parisian museum director (Isabelle Huppert) the gulf between the upper and lower classes gets a spirited workout in My Worst Nightmare (Mon pire cauchemar).
The comic friction of extreme opposites interacting yields some laughs early on, but this artificial quasi-romance becomes increasingly hard to swallow.
Anne Fontaine's "My Worst Nightmare" isn't quite a nightmare for the actors saddled with ineptly formulaic material, but when the thesps include the likes of Isabelle Huppert, Benoit Poelvoorde, Andre Dussollier and Aurelien Recoing, it makes for a special kind of bad dream. Trucking in the standard situation of an uptight, bourgeois woman letting go around a lusty, clownish working-class man, pic is dated, clunky, indifferently staged and markedly unfunny. It's not all that commercial, either, though it tries so hard to be.