And to think I could've been seeing Sky High...

"The Beat My Heart Skipped" is a French remake of an American film, which, in itself is an oddity.
The American film was a flop, so director Jaques Audiard decided to remake it- Parisian style. I know, I know, the prospect scared me too. My spidey-sense was tingling, I knew something was wrong... yet... I saw it anyway. Took the train in, subway, walked a dozen blocks... and then found myself watching a seemingly endless film. Let me say this: a film is not good if you ever think the phrase "Well, it has to be over this scene, because this is absolutely the longest film I've ever seen. It's not humanly possible for it to go on another... oh crap." Then you check your watch, and the film has been going for twenty seven mintues. The film is about... well, several things, really. The main character is something of a low-level real estate hit man, who dreams of playing piano, and has problems with his father... and drinking... and he's sleeping with his best friend's wife... I couldn't get a hold of it. It seemed like there were about 4 movies in there with a willing director, but it was too much for one film. Yet nobody seemed to recognize that. I'll give it this: the acting was tight, all of it. I particularly enjoyed the piano sequences. But the film just dragged and seemed pointless, and maybe I'm not nearly deep enough to understand French cinema (it's been suggested), but still, this film absolutely merits my grade, of a C-.