When a movie starts like this one, then you know you're in for a lot of nonsense. So... a guy named Jacques, who's supposed to be French but barely speaks French... And the rest of the movie is just depressing drama where you watch grown people play with their belly-buttons (figuratively speaking). I mean, really ? Who cares ? Don't people have enough of other people's lives around them ? Do they really have to look for more in movies ?..
Well, i guess i'd swallow anything just to see and hear Tony Soprano once again. And i did !
Review of Down the Shore
