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If you can mismanage a simple story with handsome anti-heroes, gorgeous night action in Paris and some beautiful French countryside, this film manages to do it.

The plot wanders. Halfway in I wasn't sure it was the same movie. It never regained its footing.

A hustler meets another hustler and improbably fall in love. Not because they are hustlers but because there is so little chemistry between them that even the sex scenes do not ignite. Pretty but palid.

The two get into some trouble, one of them has a predilection for thievery and they soon become a predatory couple stealing from their johns. Most of the clients keep quiet but every so often one does not and calls the cops. They run to some other city which still looks like Paris but I don't know where it is.

They reconnect with a woman, have threesomes, take on her son as a sort of mascot and generally just go off the rails. Another client comes by and they kill him. The boy has had enough and goes out into the snow and is found. The cops come. They arrest the two men. What a mess.

I skipped ahead but did drop in for the ending. Not a total bailout. Not a happy ending. Well, how could it be?

A 2 out of Netflix5. A long time since I had a real stinker. In French. Half assed subtitles. Even I could tell.

Labels: films, gay films