During a drunken, mischievous night on the town, the romance briefly rekindles. Then the film takes a slight turn when Nick runs into Morgan (Jeff Goldblum), a former student of his who is now a successful and pompous author. Morgan invites them over to his house for a dinner party. This mid-section of the story slows a bit, but is redeemed by some stellar dinner table speeches.
The script is excellent as a meditational relationship study. I guess you could sort of call it a grandparent of Richard Linklater's Before Midnight. It's full of frank and insightful lines, from the self-deprecating: "I'm amazed by how mediocre I've become", to the droll exchanges: "You make my blood boil / It's the sign of a deep connection"; "People don't change / They do... They get worse." And the more lyrical, deeper-cutting: "Think of me as falling out of a window, forever, for I am truly fucked." ...All of this amid the beautiful, and ya know, romantic backdrop of Paris.
Le Week-End is a slice of life, as it is.
7/10
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