First world problems are the worst! I don’t know about you, but if my caviar isn’t direct from the Republic of Miranda, then it’s cat food. The subjects of our movie this week feel my pain, though. All they want is to have a nice dinner party where they can relax, smoke cigars, drink martinis, and lament the coarse nature of the lower classes. You just can’t teach manners to some people, right? Along the way we pick up the sordid tales of dead parents, lost loves, and awkward tea-time conversations.
After all, life is just a metaphorical walk down a long road to nowhere. And so is The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie.