I'd say : come to Belgium, where we've got half a dozen governments, all of them provided with their own leader. In conjunction with the fact that Belgium recognizes gay marriage, this should increase everybody's chances considerably. Of course you'd have to listen to a career politician droning on for hours, in Dutch, French and/or German, about the nature of a preconstituante, but no pain no gain !
I'd describe "Comment épouser un premier ministre" as flat and uninspired rather than actively bad. It contains a number of potentially interesting comedic or satirical ideas, but finds it difficult to create a satisfyingly funny whole. After a promising start the movie loses itself in mediocrity.
It's a pity because "Comment épouser" unites some talented comedians, such as the great Claude Gensac. To her credit, Gensac does try to salvage her character, a high-class sexpot of a certain age whose adulterous dalliances have caused many a promising official to be exiled to Outer-Mongolia. (The said sexpot writes sizzling love letters full of X-rated suggestions, "but that's to be expected, since she's a lady".)
Urbanists and sociologists will appreciate the movie for a closer look at a 1960's problem : citizens moving into high-rise buildings touted as the height of modernity, before discovering they're stuck in a boring, unappealing neighborhood without natural or cultural assets. The movie ends with some of the inhabitants finally receiving the sports infrastructure they had been lobbying for - though not as a result of a far-seeing and benevolent government policy...
I'd describe "Comment épouser un premier ministre" as flat and uninspired rather than actively bad. It contains a number of potentially interesting comedic or satirical ideas, but finds it difficult to create a satisfyingly funny whole. After a promising start the movie loses itself in mediocrity.
It's a pity because "Comment épouser" unites some talented comedians, such as the great Claude Gensac. To her credit, Gensac does try to salvage her character, a high-class sexpot of a certain age whose adulterous dalliances have caused many a promising official to be exiled to Outer-Mongolia. (The said sexpot writes sizzling love letters full of X-rated suggestions, "but that's to be expected, since she's a lady".)
Urbanists and sociologists will appreciate the movie for a closer look at a 1960's problem : citizens moving into high-rise buildings touted as the height of modernity, before discovering they're stuck in a boring, unappealing neighborhood without natural or cultural assets. The movie ends with some of the inhabitants finally receiving the sports infrastructure they had been lobbying for - though not as a result of a far-seeing and benevolent government policy...