Joséphine has become fed up with being single. She is nearly
thirty and see still hasn't found the man of her dreams. It isn't as
if she is particularly choosy. All she wants is a good-looking stud
who knows how to cook, doesn't smoke and adores cats. She's not asking
for the moon, just a man who can make her happy and give her loads of babies.
Unfortunately, despite her best efforts to land herself her Prince Charming,
Joséphine remains single, with only Brad Pitt to keep her company.
Brad Pitt is of course the name of her cat. The wretched woman attributes
her failure to find Mr Right to her physique, in particular her over-developed
hind quarters. If only she wasn't so well-endowed in this department,
she would probably be hitched up by now with the perfect clean-living, cat-loving
hunk.
Undeterred by her lack of success so far, Joséphine continues her
frantic man hunt, confident that one day her luck will change for the better.
Then her sister drops her bombshell: she is about to get married! Joséphine
cannot allow herself to be out-done by her sibling, so she invents a fantasy
lover for herself. He is an incredibly wealthy Brazilian man, a surgeon
no less, and he is so passionately in love with Joséphine that he
has invited her to live with her on the other side of the world as his wife.
It is not the most outrageous of lies. In fact it has a ring of plausibility
about it. Unfortunately, this little white fib is about to rebound
in ways that Joséphine scarcely imagined possible. Oh what a
nasty tangled web she is about to get herself caught up in...
It was American film noir and pulp fiction that kick-started the craze for thrillers in 1950s France and made it one of the most popular and enduring genres.
In the 1940s, the shadowy, skewed visual style of 1920s German expressionism was taken up by directors of American thrillers and psychological dramas, creating that distinctive film noir look.