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Pete Doherty Tickets

There is no doubt a film of this caliber would not conjure up such curiosity and interest if it wasn't for dear old Mr. Doherty. After leaving the UK to set up base in Paris, it seems Pete has had time to reinvent himself as an actor with the absence of the British press's continuous demonisation of his character - with little, if any, regard for his talent and achievements.

The English-speaking French movie is an adaptation on Alfred De Musset’s semi-autobiographical novel of 1836, influenced by his wrong doings with George Sand. Doherty plays Octave, an illustration of an aristocratic persona of the romantic era who transforms from devoted lover to hedonistic love rat after uncovering his mistresses infidelity.

A cynical friend convinces him that love is nothing but an illusion, which propels him on a long winded pitiful attempt at seducing widow Bridgette (Charlotte Gainsbourg) who lives a lonesome life within the mist and fog of a nearby country manor.

Despite Doherty's lack of injecting a certain amount of passion needed for his character to work on screen, there is still a certain sweet charm and chemistry between him and Gainsbourg, which keeps a consistent warm glow throughout their performance. As far as rock star silver screen debuts go, this was a lot less torturous than ever anticipated, and I dare say promising.