In theaters since Wednesday, Love Addict Kev Adams appears to be disguised as a heartthrob who can’t resist the power to attract women. The result is purely destructive.
As always happens for an avalanche of LOL productions made in FranceI had no chance to discover Love Addict during the traditional press screening, which was dedicated to the journalists and organized before the release of the films.
Not hurt by this deviation from the rules, so I went to the theater this Wednesday to discuss Frank Bellocq’s first production. I was surrounded by some spectators whose zygomatic muscles were not (or very little) demanded, sadly judged by a vegetative exploration of the boundaries of what is most common (or almost) in the territories destroyed. in French comedy.
And don’t come and tax me with anger or being a complainer who, you know, chooses not to forget the most “cut” valves. I’m 100% attentive, as I am at every cinema immersion. It’s always easy to be surprised and laugh heartily, even when the humor is wrapped in fat. But say it over and over again: for the fun to happen, it’s all about rhythm, agile writing and precise play. A combination that is unfortunately lacking, from the first set, in this work is calibrated to the glory of its lead actor, Kev Adams; the eternal teenager whose coldness must be unblemished, even if he must slip, as follows, under the parts of the heartless asshole of these women.
Love Addict also opens up the immutable habits of this hero named Gabriel. The interested party, hairless and shaped by brisk strength sessions, left an opulent hotel room where she had just satisfied her male impulses. The woman is naked. She left him, already forgetting his name. There were so many before him. Change, use, use. In the background, we heard: “If I love you, you’ll take care of it.“
We get it: the guy is getting hot and just thinking about what’s in his underwear. It was so hot that he was fired a few minutes later by his boss for staying with his daughters, his wife and his assistant. He tried to talk about it, as usual, because it was his hobby. But he ended up, with no other form of temptation, by leaving her open space in slow motion, received at the end of the race a bra in the face, as an offering.
Marc Lavoine, icing the cake in shame
Absolutely everything in the character’s revelation – and the situations he challenges – reveals a terrible laziness, in writing and in play or in construction, which is not good. Kev Adams recites his text beyond what he contains in it. In his defense, his dialogues are so intense that they are not honest enough to blame him entirely for this sinking. Let’s be clear: you can’t convince the viewer that you’re portraying a puff for whom a woman is a slice of steak when you refuse, a priori, to hide the image you’ve forged.
Kev Adams is not Gabriel. He never invested in it. Not a second. Because, sure, he could never break his aura. The sympathy he inspires in his audience, respected and deserved if any, actually masks the evil that would have been the DNA of his role. In short. Let’s move on. Gabriel tried in any case, after all, to bring himself by the hand: a hypnosis session here, an appointment with a doctor there (option “Dip your genitals in acacia honey“)
To cure his addiction, he ends up hiring the services of a defector from psychology (Mélanie Bernier), who converts into tagduma. And no more kind, as Gabriel thought. Haha, facepalm etc if you like. The latter, himself on a romantic impasse, tracks him down H24 to make sure he doesn’t flirt anymore and that he becomes “normal” again. Even a lost first grade student can predict the conclusion of this story on the first try.
But hey, it’s above all not a question of ruining the joy of fall (not surprisingly). Within the radius of the second paper atomizing nullity, we also asked the uncle on duty, alias Marc Lavoine, to overreach to histrionics. Dressed like never before, the gentleman waited for two years, in a luxurious apartment with a panoramic view of Paris and a plate of oysters, for the return of the love of his life. He is the hero’s confidant and accomplice …
Their family is faced with answers that can’t be invented: “Picard, if it’s cold, it’s not good”, “If there’s a button, it’s cold” … Bah if there’s no originality and tempo, so be it. sipyat. The thing with screen results, as is often the case elsewhere, is that it proves that a good idea, without deep commitment, does not produce a good film or a good scene.
To compare, The Heartbreaker born from a very nice pitch which, through the effectiveness of a relatively smooth writing, gives a real impetus to a comedy of very good performance. Love Addict away from it. Because of its problematic construction, it doesn’t care what it looks like and its actors are completely freewheeling; with Marc Lavoine leading the way which, I hope, we can easily forget about this embarrassing clumsy uncle’s hat.