Le Week-End (2013) - Comedy, Drama, Romance

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99

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A British couple return to Paris many years after their honeymoon there in an attempt to rejuvenate their marriage.

IMDB: 6.3
Director: Roger Michell
Stars: Lindsay Duncan, Jim Broadbent
Length: 93 Minutes
PG Rating: R
Reviews: 24 out of 59 found boring (40.67%)

One-line Reviews (51)

And it's all so boringly predictable...

Genuinely absorbing .

So, the movie progresses or better drags itself along the cobbled streets of Paris, through the sharp, sometimes brutal bickering of this funny couple, which is not always easy for the viewer to endure, in particular when dialogues seem to be a little pretentious and to be proclaiming some universal truth about marriages and living together, thus sounding a little more didactic and philosophical than realistic.

The city has nothing do to with the storyline, they could have been in Congo at 100 degrees full with flies and it would have had the same end, which is total boredom for almost two hours.

The poignancy is a given—too given, I think, but it's there, and if you've followed the very slow development of events you'll be glad for this, at least.

It's a bit different but interesting, informative and entertaining.

Much of the second half of the film takes place at a posh and pretentious dinner party thrown by an old college buddy of Nick's, an American author and intellectual played by Jeff Goldblum.

My wife and I enjoyed it, in fact it allowed us to reminisce about our own trips to Paris and other parts of Europe, dealing with the foreign languages, the strange hotels and strange menus.

Very much more enjoyable which deals with a sensitive issue of a long married couple.

Speaking mostly in sentences with language and phrases used by I'd imagine about 1% of the population, the film touched almost new depths of inanity, boredom and irritation for me.

Seriously probing and yet slow and empty at the same time...

Paris looks pretty good and it's all quite entertaining.

Pretentious and depressive .

Credit is due especially to Broadbent and Duncan, who fearlessly create characters and forge an intriguing chemistry that carry the film through its weaker moments.

I could go on, but recalling the flaws is as tedious as watching them in the first place.

His characters speak in dialogue that's razor-sharp, reeling off lines that are beautifully crafted but - because they occur with such regularity - can sometimes come off as fake or pretentious.

Had forgotten how irritating his trite, lifeless dialog can be.

Don't watch this movie if you want to see Paris, have a laugh or pass an enjoyable night.

I found the most interesting characters in the film were the clever hotel security guys, who could think ahead enough to block the escape of these lying, cheating, empty, 60-something preschoolers.

The trouble is that, like most marriages, it is indeed private but boring.

Pretentious ils?

Interesting but slow .

And, despite their lack of substance, they are drawn out and indulgent (Lindsay Duncan samples a glass of wine, turns to Jim Broadbent, says, "That's the nicest thing I've ever put in my mouth").

There's still love between Meg and Nick, but with so many ups and downs, mainly from Meg's part, who once seems to want to leave her husband, and then is terrified when she does not see him in their bed.

Sorry, I found Meg & Nick tiresome and foolish and all their antics during their over spent weekend could not keep me entertained.

The two main characters were quirky in uninteresting and aggravating ways.

The whole party is a bit dull though and could have been made much more interesting with all the characters who were the guests there just working as forgettable background actors.

Drawn to this movie by a trailer that seemed to indicate something funny might occur, I was disappointed to find this film weak, disjointed, patently illogical in many places and decidedly un-funny.

Now, about Paris: can they stop filming there please, its just too much of it nowadays, it kills romance, its not the most beautiful city, people that lives there has some serious attitude problem and the language is just unbearable after a day.

Jim Broadbent's Nick is a solid if predictable take on Victor Meldrew.

It is only when Jeff Goldblum arrives as the brash, overly self-effacing, and rather suave American that see how truly dull this British couple is.

Nor does it work as drama, save potentially in the imaginations of a small tranche of pretentious academics, and some film critics, to whom this film may say something to them of their lives.

Watched it on valentines night with my wife and we both found it poignant, amusing, engrossing and sometimes all too real.

Well acted and poignant at times, this movie just missed out on being great because it is too slow.

It was slow and we had a hard time connecting enough with the characters to want to watch them.

Because the screenplay by Hanif Kureishi is clearly focused on an older couple, the film captures the paradox that exists at the core of lasting romantic love: that the very same predictable patterns and dull routines that, over time, work to deaden love are also what enhance intimacy and bind us inexorably to one another over the long haul.

I think the last ten minutes of the movie give a final intense and authentic touch, which could have started or been emphasized earlier.

Pretentious drivel.

Morgan has an exciting Parisian lifestyle as a published author; a younger wife smitten with him; & a glittering circle of interesting friends.

It's a bitter experience for the two leads after years of marriage and still finding they care for each other through the layers of boredom.

The film starts out promising only to nose dive into angst, rage, disappointment and confusion.

It is only when they encounter Nick's university buddy Morgan (Jeff Goldblum) - who has achieved unexpected success as a writer/journalist - that the couple understand the true value of their existences.

CriticismBut, even with that said, truly until you reach almost near the end of the film when Morgan (Jeff Goldblum) comes about, this film can be slightly unbearable.

A real disappointment, and a real bore .

That Miles Davis soundalike ultra - cool 1950s jazz,the sharp close - ups,the moving cameras,yes folks it's a retro nouvelle vague picture but instead of Moreau or Belmondo it has stolid old Jim Broadbent and Lindsay Duncan as pension - age Brits stumbling(literally in his case) around movie - cliché Paris apparently in a bid to save a thirty year marriage that's about as salvageable as the "Titanic".

For the rest of we plebs, it seemed a load of pretentious drivel.

Like 'Le Weekend', the couple too face an emotional turning point, and both end with each couple dancing, a temporary resolution immersed in the moment.

Pretentious, boring, offensive tosh .

While Nick sees Paris as an escape from their mundane lives in Birmingham, he also sees it as an opportunity to indulge in a weekend filled with romance and wild, kinky sex with his gorgeous wife–whom he still very much loves and longs for.

I give full credit to the writers who got the best from the leading actors and made the movie entertaining and a great watch.

Every line of sarcastic, cynical, needy character-non-development went nowhere.