The immediate difficulty with this film (and perhaps it might be my television), is the lack of 'redness' in the protagonists' red hair. Lacking that singular feature upon which much of the angst is based, the movie is flatter than last Tuesday's Ginger Ale.It's a nice ride at times, but the absolute lack of cohesion, rather than contributing to an anarchic or devilish tone, merely spreads itself like melting butter: not attractively, pointless and ultimately unpalatable. Basically, I was left with the Cosmic Question: "Who cares?" So much appeared forced. The most awkwardly obvious 'artistic' endeavour was the injection of bouncing, female breasts. Perhaps shocking or titillating, but cleverly balanced by sticking a fat, little, VERY young outsider of a female to watch the proceedings. She appeared as bored and uninterested as the audience probably was.A solid, imperial miss. Of the target. It can be enigmatic when the audience is teased with an element of "What the hell is really going on?" but when the Director doesn't seem to know, it's simply fatal.2/10

I knew nothing about this, just the fact that Vincent Cassel was starring. But I'm not sure there is a way to prepare for this really wild ride you're about to take while watching this movie. Cassel obviously has a lot of fun depicting the character he's portraying on screen here. He gets really OTT with it and it works more than fine. He's co-star is good too, both introduced in short segments, but both having something in common, that is more than the color of their hair.The movie that also has some nudity in it (male and female), will appall a lot of people, just by being so apparently crazy. It doesn't seem to have a goal (or a destination), especially at the beginning, but it's more about the journey itself. A journey that has no moral implications, but is just a wild day/night out. Do not try those things at home ;o)

The outcast red-haired teenager Rémy (Olivier Barthelemy) is bullied at school and lives with his estranged mother and sister in France. The also red-haired psychiatrist Patrick (Vincent Cassel) befriends Rémy and helps him to release his repressed hatred and sexuality. When Rémy sees a picture of red-haired people in Ireland, he forces Patrick to travel with him to his dreamland. "Notre Jour Viendra" is a dramatic and pointless journey to rage and self- destruction by the son of Costa-Gravas, Romain Gravas. The overrated film is painful to watch and goes nowhere, despite the good performances and the excellent music score. My vote is two.Title (Brazil): "Nosso Dia Chegará" ("Our Day Will Come")

I attended the screening of "Our Day Will Come" at SXSW and I was pleasantly surprised. The movie is a road rage of destruction and carnage and I sat at the edge of my seat and just thought how cool is this! However after seeing the movie I had completely fallen in love with it, but afterwards as I saw it once again, I began to realize some flaws.First and foremost the dialogue feels forced at some times. In a certain scene Romain Gavras seems unsure on how to proceed and suddenly skips to the next scene and makes the following scene a bit unbelievable.Second it seems unrealistic, that the boy in the movie really thinks his utopia is Ireland. It feels more like an excuse to get the film moving forward.This being said the movie has one of the best psychedelic soundtracks and it makes the ending even more memorable and emotional.The cinematography is also sublime. It reflects perfectly how the main characters feel.Vincent Cassel plays his character with a cool ironic distance and with a spark in his eye, which makes him more believable as the intelligent and arrogant man he plays.All in all this movie doesn't not play on dialogue, but its force is the way it depicts an emotional meltdown for two persons and how it effects the world around them. The movie brings back memories to when I saw "Clean, Shaven" and "Our Day Will Come" is definitely in my top 10 movies of all time.