Classic Movie

'In Paris, it's good to smell like you've been fucking'

	Eric's got an addictive, nay, admirable don't-give-a-fuck attitude

The plot Just-out-of-jail safebreaker, carrot-topped Zed (Eric Stoltz), is in Paris to meet his childhood mate, Eric (Jean-Hugues Anglade), get laid, drive around in a crap white Citroen whilst fucked-up on drugs he didn't know existed and do a tricky bankjob on Bastille Day with one of the worst hangovers of his entire life.

So what happens? All sorts of fairly violent/out-there shit that Zed and his fairly melancholic temperament mostly didn't expect or paticularly covet. Apart from making some sort of spiritual connection with a beautiful hooker whom he shags in his hotel room on his arrival, Zed bangs some "H", gets propositioned by a Gitanes-smoking shagbag who wants to be shat on (literally) and called a dog, finds out that most of his heist comrades are total fuckwits and that Eric has HIV and likes to bum randoms in the rustic convenience of a shit underground Parisienne drinking den.

Why's it a classic? It's like this: bank heist movies are ace; Eric's crew wear cool masks when they do the heist; Eric's got an addictive, nay, admirable don't-give-a-fuck attitude; and it's got lines in it like: "In Paris it's good to smell like you've been fucking." Yes, it's full of unexplored ideas and a bit art-wanky the way it's constructed, but let us say this again: those masks are ace, aren't they?