Review: Mood Indigo

I don't know about you, but I like my romantic comedies to be like a punch in the dick. Just a really sharp jab to my tenderest parts. I've had enough of all the mealy-mouthed cooing of your standard rom-com. Where's the cruelty? Where's the misanthropy? Where's the fear of mortality? Who cares about love when one of you is just going to die and leave the other one with a massively expensive hospital bill anyway?

Finally asking all the questions that Friends With Benefits and Failure to Launch didn't ask is Michel Gondry's endlessly twisting and sadistic Mood Indigo. A film that hates love, hates its protagonists and hates you even more.