Dans tes rêves, Michel

The film last night was La Science des rêves, the new film by Michel Gondry. It is a truly awful piece of shite, and I am not going to waste my time appraising it in detail. Two of its more fundamental errors are imagining that other people's dreams are interesting and the erratic casting, Gael García Bernal is the lead, despite the fact that he speaks practically no French are scarcely any more English. The film only perks up when French is spoken. Gondry is working for the first time without the devilishly clever Charlie Kaufman, who scripted his last two films. He should get on the blower straight away to Charlie if he wants to make another decent film.