It's only been three years since de Rossi made The Invisibles, in which a rock star (Michael A. Goorjian) and a vapid model (de Rossi) hole up for a private detox session in her Paris apartment. (The film is in English, mind you.) Along the way, they order a pizza, have sex, and talk a lot. A whole lot -- in much the pedantic and conceited fashion of indie movie stars to which we've become accustomed in movies like Before Sunrise which are not really about anything.
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