![]() They appear to have unlimited resources (enough to buy a crossbow and an expensive sports car) until they suddenly have no money at all. At one point, Remy decides he wants to go Ireland. ![]() So they become pals and stay unhappy but in different ways. Both guys have red hair (based on a shot where one draws a picture and a shot where the other jerks off, they're also both left handed, but I guess that's just subtext), and both are unhappy. Let me back up, so I can stick with what I do know. Eventually they shave their heads and the film ends. Then he suddenly starts being aggressively proactive right as Patrick goes into a weird funk of his own. Patrick takes Remy under his wing and tries to get his blood pumping by putting violence and sex into his path, but Remy just isn't into it. Whatever relationship they have or don't have develops into an incomprehensible codependency based on question marks. We have no idea if they're supposed to be friends or strangers, but it ends up not mattering much in the long run. Next thing we know he's picking Remy up in his car, and it's all Crazytown from there. Then we see him looking depressed just after finishing dinner. ![]() ![]() We first see him bored out of his mind while listening to a patient (he's a psychiatrist). On the ginger front, his red hair is so dark it almost doesn't count. He can't make it with the ladies, but when he tries to make it with a dude, he also finds himself frustratingly unaroused. On the gay front, the movie really wants his sexuality to be uncertain. Remy (Olivier Barthelemy) is a youngster who lives in one of the more casually contentious homes I've seen in a film lately and has spent his whole life being made fun of by his peers both for being gay and for being a ginger. The film's two main characters start out separately. I don't need a movie spelled out for me, but a couple letters don't hurt. But when we're told so little that even an accurate synopsis threatens to be factually inaccurate, something is wrong. Its two main characters are more or less insane, so a lack of sense has a certain appropriateness to it. I'm less excited now that I've seen the movie and found that it's only kind of about that, and then only if you squint. I was pretty excited to see Our Day Will Come when I thought it was a film about two gingers who get sick of everyone's shit and high-tail it to Ireland where everyone has red hair and no one will make fun of them anymore.
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