Sean Limon

Really? I don't know how I sat through this silly mess.

An overtly pretentious attempt at an art film. So much so that it becomes laughably comical in how ridiculously affected it is. It was like watching a perfume commercial from the 1970's. Whisper "Charlie." Yeah, she's French, she's innocent, she's childlike, she's a free-spirited artist at heart who'd probably need public assistance in Europe if not whisked away to Oklahoma by her American prince. Is she bipolar or just a foreigner? She dances in the prairies of the Heartland. Is it all a dream? Felt more like a nightmare.