Dirty Pretty Things

I hate it when an entire movie is foreplay, and then you're left with a sort of metaphoric set of blue-balls because some character takes the high road and decides to go back to his kid in like Africa or something instead of following that cute girl from Amelie to New York like he should have, so that he could score some action. You know he wanted it. Actually, I liked this movie a lot more than I'm copping to; it was very clever and engaging and disturbing, and also sad. Audrey Tautou is stunning, and the other actors were phenomenal, particularly the hotel hooker and the sleazy boss man. I liked the use of color in this film, too. But, come on, at least make out a little. Be a man.