Here is France's artistic gift to the world. This movie has all the finish and professionalism of a home-movie made the day you bought your first video camera.Noe attempts the intriguing wit of Momento by running the plot backwards. But this device cannot hide the lack of meaningful diaglog or character development.There is no Tarrantino-like or Polanski-like edge to the violence. After the sixth minute of watching the infamous [part], you wonder more about the psyche of the director who seems to hide something worse than a kinky streak behind a pretence of great art.There is little to recommend this little shocker.