A trio of best friends of different ethnic backgrounds concoct a less than honourable and pleasant money making scheme so they can afford rent on their considerably more honourable money making scheme of running a snack bar in this year’s dreadfully confused and astoundingly unfunny opening night film.
Following a car accident that leads to one of them being seduced in exchange for cash and forgiveness on damages, conveniently timed job losses that will set them back financially, and the cinematic trope of needing a very specific amount of money in a very specific amount of time, Samir (Reda Chebchoubi), Nicholas (Francois Arnaud), and Dede (Eddy King) stumble into becoming sex workers catering to the older female crowd. Nicholas isn’t particularly responsible, Samir is in a committed relationship with a teacher, and Dede is technically illegal (and a petty thief with a heart of gold), but they never let that (or their current profession) get in the way of their dreams.
Told with precious little wit and even less style by writer and director Ismael Saidi, the film starts faltering right from the opening scene of one of its “heroes” stuffing a kid into a trash can. It’s a story that tries very hard to make unlikeable characters loveable within one of the most implausible “idiot plots” that could ever be cooked up. It starts in with its premise almost immediately after 20 minutes of character build up that doesn’t help its case. It’s astoundingly less believable, and (I can’t believe I am saying this) less funny than its closest North American counterpart, Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo, and it’s even worse when it tries to be serious about the plight of its characters. (Andrew Parker)
Friday, March 28th, 7:00pm, The Royal