This movie is appealing and mesmerising because of the lead actor, and had so many exceptional points (all pointed out perfectly in previous reviews) but is unconvincing in the detail - and absolutely pitiful in conclusion. That a man can be so effeminate, and identify so strongly as being a girl his whole life, only to be 'turned' so completely into a masculine man with no effeminate mannerisms just because the 'right girl' walks in to a room leaves a very bad taste in the mouth. People have fought so long to be recognised for who they truly are, and this movie sends that movement back to the beginning..."all gay/transgender people just haven't met the right person yet". For me, that heavy-handed chunkiness wiped out everything else. Now I just remember the Mr Bean massage scene, and the puzzling end. I don't know why so many French films seem to be overacted to a slapstick level, but it doesn't work for me.
Review of Me, Myself and Mum
Me, Myself and Mum
(2013)
A French Alan Rickman says transgender and gay can be cured by the right romantic partner
12 March 2016
Warning: Spoilers