I had myself quite the week/end filled to the brim with film after film, and while I love me some skintight spandex-y superheroes (I'm talkin' to you, Spidey and The Avengers), I'm always the most taken/enchanted with the little indies that could. Like France's Romantics Anonymous that I stumbled upon while flipping thru Netflix; and couldn't have been more charmed. Maybe it's because I saw (and see) myself in meek Miss Angelique or wish to find my own bumble-y, fumble-y Jean-Rene. Whatever the reason, I suggest you watch it. Now.
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