The movie is as bad as Eric Elmosnino is good. The director felt it was useful to add artsy personal touches on the author's life using a spirit of Gainsbourg as his side charactor, focusing on his art forms and music hits developments. The movie completely fails at describing what actually took place in the artist's life and what experiences made him what he became.
Instead, we get this boring flick where the imaginary crosses Gainsbourg's most famous songs every 10 mins. It adds nothing to what we already know of his life. No epic stories (and there was so much to talk about regarding his early and late years' night life), no vibrant momentum, no real character or relationship developments, no depth, nothing.
This movie could have been so much better if it had been shaped like "Cloclo" (about the famous Claude Francois). What a shame, what a slap in the face of Gainsbourg and his interpret which, once again delivers a stunning performance that could have be much better used.
Instead, we get this boring flick where the imaginary crosses Gainsbourg's most famous songs every 10 mins. It adds nothing to what we already know of his life. No epic stories (and there was so much to talk about regarding his early and late years' night life), no vibrant momentum, no real character or relationship developments, no depth, nothing.
This movie could have been so much better if it had been shaped like "Cloclo" (about the famous Claude Francois). What a shame, what a slap in the face of Gainsbourg and his interpret which, once again delivers a stunning performance that could have be much better used.