Cold Souls

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This is what happens when your film is simply based on a concept (apparently inspired by a Woody Allen dream), when you wish you were the love child of Charlie Kaufman and Michel Gondry, and when your name makes people wonder if you're related to Roland Barthes. Oh, yeah, I'm sure everyone in the US asked themselves just that.

I am not saying I didn't like it. I'm just saying I don't know what the point of it was, except for the original concept of soul trading. It's a concept, which was not developed to its full potential and I realize I sound like a conceited cock to even say that, but there you have it.

There was some humor, but not much. There was some drama, but not much. There was some romance, but not much.

In the end, there just was a whole bunch of not much.

This being said Paul Giamatti, yet again, proves he is incredible. I mean, come on:
He pretends to be acting on stage, showing us he's pretending to be acting, then he acts like himself; but it's not really him, because he's acting. So he acts like he's acting and he acts like he's himself.
Fuck, that's the kind of performance the Academy should be rewarding, instead of the obvious dying-sexually confused-drunk-mentally challenged cripple.

In concluding, here's what I got from this film:

1. You have to like who you are, no matter what. Because you are what you are and even if you wish you were someone else, there's somebody out there who wishes they were you.
2. Russian women have amazing asses. (Oh, boo hoo: shame on me, yeah, whatever: get over it! Anyway, the one I'm talking about is Canadian and not even Russian. So there.)

PS: The title would be great for a cutting-edge cooking show, no?