J'aimerais pas crever un dimanche

Despite its bizarre intellectual project, Le Pecheur's film is seductive and shockingly sexy.

If not an entirely successful film, it's a bold and haunting one.

It manages to be both ponderous and silly.

Underdeveloped and badly diluted by overlong -- and overly stylized -- forays into the drug use, street hustling and cultural alienation that mostly affects the boys' friends.

Seems stuck in reverse.

Brain-dead.

Nearly toothless 1998 existential drama.