Four-Sentence MIFF Review #1: That Summer

The first in my series of completely flippant and totally unconsidered four-sentence reviews of the films I'm seeing at the Melbourne International Film Festival this year. This is mainly so I can remember vaguely what they were about (and also to keep myself amused).

That Summer (Philippe Garrel)

Banal shaggy-haired French hipsters engage in shallow relationships and cry an awful, awful lot.
I'm pretty sure this wasn't meant to be a parody of a French drama.
High point: where everybody at a house party dances around Monica Bellucci like she's a Maypole.
Which is fair enough, really.