It's been 14 years since writer-director-actor Eric Schaeffer gave us the noxious 1997 romance Fall; this unasked-for sequel picks up just as the cabdriver-turned-writer Michael (Schaeffer) is moving from New York to Paris. While treating his suicidal misery with bouts of self-loathing S&M sex, he falls for a hospice nurse (Brocher) who all too conveniently spends her nights moonlighting as a dominatrix. Schaeffer's latest apes Before Sunrise's walk-and-talk rhythms while piling on pretentious pronouncements about love, death, God, carnal knowledge and cheese. While it may make the City of Light look beautiful, ultimately, this insufferable indie auteur's navel-gazer is just another faux-kinky vanity project in which its creator's neuroses are placed on an undeserved pedestal.
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