The Moderns (1988)

The supposedly bohemian and "free" lifestyle of artists is an endlessly flowing well from movie-makers. All of these films are not bad, but many - are. I apply this hard verdict to The Moderns (dir. Alan Rudolph) about a circle of non-friend in Paris. The artists engage in love competition, professional competition and personal competition. The 20's, everyone's feeling that they live at an exciting moment of history. The artists are bitter and they are not even that interesting (some real people also appear, and not even Gertrude Stein can keep up my interest in this film). As a film, The Moderns isn't anything special to write home about. But the strange accent of that villain-millionaire is something I will remember from this film.