"Sunshine"? What "sunshine"? The "sunshine" done got let out of this movie, as in, it's always cloudy in these parts. Or nighttime and dark, dark, dark.
Where did they come up with this misnomer? I've got a better title: Purposeless Woman Rolls In and Out.
This is a slow-go, pitiful excuse for a movie with just one single piece of redeeming social value, namely the recording of Etta James' "At Last" sung while the "heroine" (Juliette Binoche) dances solo, soon joined on the dance floor by a nameless buck who looks a lot like Mick Jagger (okay, two pieces of "redeeming social value").
Other than that two-minute splice, this ain't got nuthin' goin' for it. (A double negative which means a positive, but in this case, it's a double negative.)
"Isabelle" rolls in and out of bed with:
1. A married sleezebag who bears a resemblance to Harvey Weinstein. (Come on!)
2. An actor who "has regrets" (sure, bro') since he's breaking up with his wife
3. I lost count. I think Mick Jagger was about #7.
4. Her ex
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7. (Maybe Mick?)
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10. zzzzzzzz .....zzzzzzzzzz
ad infinitum
At the end, my pal, Terry, woke up from a two-hour nap just in time to ask: "Where'd the black dude come from?" Who knows? I didn't think I fell asleep, too, but maybe I got in some shuteye, because suddenly, on her elbow Isabelle had grown a new beau who wanted to take it "slow."
Yeah, right. "Slow" like in this excuse for a movie! This was actually worse than that dreadful cat movie of several years ago, and it has got to be really bad to exceed that one in boringness.
Save your money and your time. This got an 85% critics' rating at Rotten Tomatoes (natch; their rating is why I went!) and the audience gave it a 22%! The audience always wins which just goes to show you that Rotten Tomatoes has gone rancid on us.
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