this story be about the romantic triangle between a nth . african male prostitute and a french transsexual prostitute ( stephanie ) and a russian waiter who speak no french and never seem to shave . a a film it be dull and dreary and depressing and shot either on foggy and overcast winter day or in badly lit interior and where everyone be bath in a weird blue luminescence . and yes and i know and it because the white balance be out . everyone be pale and downcast and look haggard and shabby and dirty . body be bony and shot in such closeup that they look quite ugly and unappealing . mole and greasy hair . yuk . bad news in a film where people spend a lot of time either naked or have sex . and the story . well and stephanie mother be die . all three character go back to stephanie home village where and through a bunch of flashback to desolate countryside and predictably dingy interior and we see a bit of stephanie childhood a a boy call pierre . the mother die . well . and that about it and really . character development be keep to a minimum and a be the denouement of the story . i suppose the storyline be not linear ( it would explain a lot of non sequiteurs ) but really and after pay my seven euro i do not feel like have to construct the film myself represent that what the director take my money for . to expect me to join the story tell process and get my hand dirty and so to speak and be ask way too much . this film be a heap of pretentious rubbish make and above all and from a desire to epater le bourgeois ( ie shock the straight ) . i can see how it be a shoo in for the berlin film festival and and i can see why it get nowhere .