It's always rewarding to find in today's cinema a stark reminder of how powerful the emotion of love can alter perception, reality, and reason within a person. Girl on the Bridge is one of those stark reminders, a brutally grim and honest film of unacquainted desire and the fearful reservations that follow two individuals looking for that unattainable completion of one's faith and one's heart.

This disturbing and brilliant new film by renowned French filmmaker Patrice Leconte - director of such films as Monsieur Hire, The Hairdresser's Husband, and Ridicule - follows the tale of Adele, a lovelorn girl who has been through too many one night stands and promises of purposes. She remarks in an unflinching five-minute opening monologue, "I see my future like a waiting room in a train station, and I sit there waiting for something to happen." In this grim monologue, the director Leconte portrays Adele, played with striking beauty and prose by French singer Vanessa Paradis, as neither a slut nor a vixen but as an emotionally confused girl who doesn't understand the difference between love and sex.

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