Friday, September 19, 2003
Le Divorce contains moderate language and brief injury
Let's imagine it's about an American girl, Debbie, marrying a French guy, Maxim, to get him a green card. They don't speak each others' languages so there's only very moderate language - I'd even call it limited. They bumble around their New York apartment, doing DIY at cross-purposes, and each receiving advice from their bilingual neighbour, Maurice. After a while all the hand gestures and funny faces start to grate. Using Maurice as a go-between, they argue furiously about who should learn the other's language. Unable to reach a compromise, they decide they must end the marriage. When they meet at the court-room to have the divorce finalised, their judge is from Italy, and discovers that both Debbie and Maxim can speak Italian! They realise they can live happily together, eating spaghetti and avoiding the mafia. They throw an Italian party, where - following a hilarious mix-up - Maurice is injured by a fat Mamma from Milan. Briefly.
Let's imagine it's about an American girl, Debbie, marrying a French guy, Maxim, to get him a green card. They don't speak each others' languages so there's only very moderate language - I'd even call it limited. They bumble around their New York apartment, doing DIY at cross-purposes, and each receiving advice from their bilingual neighbour, Maurice. After a while all the hand gestures and funny faces start to grate. Using Maurice as a go-between, they argue furiously about who should learn the other's language. Unable to reach a compromise, they decide they must end the marriage. When they meet at the court-room to have the divorce finalised, their judge is from Italy, and discovers that both Debbie and Maxim can speak Italian! They realise they can live happily together, eating spaghetti and avoiding the mafia. They throw an Italian party, where - following a hilarious mix-up - Maurice is injured by a fat Mamma from Milan. Briefly.
