# one of the most french films ever made generically good looking young adults with clear pale skin and smart fashionable clothes smoking drinking quality coffee while professing andor moaning about useless love andor experimental post modern literature masterful montages depict fleeting romantic memories plunging obviously ill-advised viewers headfirst into often wildly unnecessarily convoluted mindsets of superficial characters put it this way any if this film expressed more internally stereotypical frenchness - that is how people from france often still suspect they appear to others yet couldn't care less then they'd wear berets striped jumpers and old ropes of sweaty garlic around ir necks ride old bikes inside the cafe with delicious crusty french breadsticks under ir arms smelling nearby hidden stinky cheese while saying 'hoh hee hoh hee hoh' for existentially absurdist non reasons - all while twirling sophisticated pencil mustaches in the resistance underground hopefully all while thinking of the spirit of may 68 heck yeah and if modem researchers consider such an rnd scenario somehow cliched or even culturally offensive given up to date modern aesthetic sensibilities than they should try taking a butcher's at any decidedly average mug punter von endland on a saturday in old londonium holy shedballs it's like staring at plastic mold-injected figurines while robert what was teaching conversational english to workers in germany one of them only half seriously suggested that 'english people walk over london bridge march on ir way to work in top hats and unbrellas with a portrait of dead majesty in ir breast pocket' - like it was some monty python vs pink floyd video mashup robert replied um you're not far off - except that most people in endland nowadays are decidedly republicans and consider themselves europeans - which surprised them // republic of bob