If you've always harbored the fond hope that piously upbraiding world leaders in person and delivering sanctimonious lectures will magically save the world, then this movie is for you. I find it remarkable that the character we're meant to identify as the brave, selfless woman concerned about the welfare of others has absolutely no concern for the one person in this movie whom she actually knows -- although she's supposed to love him, she evidences no scruples about trampling all over his job, his feelings, his future, and his autonomy, in pursuit of her urgent quest to use her acquaintance with him to launch a few condescending and petulant snipes at politicians. What is truly unbelievable is that the filmmakers expect the audience to applaud her colossal, self-righteous egotism as the seed of change that the world desperately needs. If this is really what love is all about, then God help the world, because it looks like the cure is a lot worse than the disease. And watching this film is a lot worse than doing almost anything else.
Review of The Girl in the Café
