A most whimsical, hurly-burly quasi-autobiographical love romp from the master of operatic intellectual romance! French pop star Jacques Dutronc is a genius computer programmer diagnosed with a terminal brain disease, and Sophie Marceau is the flighty main attraction of a hilariously surreal mentalist nightclub act. Embarking on a billowy, tempestuous May-September fling (mirroring Zulawski and Marceau’s own marriage), they both move through their respective childhood traumas, while simultaneously racing to retain Lucas’ grasp of language. A pastel-and-neon poetic feast not only on the visual level, but also literally, My Nights… astounds with its lush wordplay — for the only way that Lucas is able to progressively battle his own evaporating mind is to speak with increasingly rhyming and metaphorical flourishes, until the entire world becomes one big sweet-toothed, Zulawskian word-association game.
Lucas has invented a new computer language but at the same time he has been informed about his strange terminal illness during which he has been gradually losing his memory. Shortly after ... . You can read more in Google, Youtube, Wiki
My Nights Are More Beautiful Than Your Days torrent reviews
Will D (us) wrote: Thoroughly excellent historical drama, Billy Connolly holds his own opposite Judi Dench.
Kyle S (it) wrote: My all time favorite movie!
Jim Q (es) wrote: There are a lot of parallels in this movie with Sandra Bullock's "Miss Congeniality." I'm not saying that makes it a copy-cat, un original, or anything. I'm just sayin' ... If you liked Miss Congeniality, you should like this one too, but probably not as much.
Timothy J (ag) wrote: They've managed to eliminate all of the tension and the desperation of the James Stewart. It shows that some movies should never be remade. A piss poor remake.
James Z (br) wrote: a wily, charismatic mel gibson is a credit to an otherwise meandering plot. a highly artificial crime story always accelerates, the action scenes advancing it and responsively dynamic - but the characters hardly develop. the gnawing feeling of a quotidian b-movie leaves craving for a revised script better channeling gibson's intensity.