I took a peek at this Chez Jules show a while back when it was all the rage, and for some reason I went back there recently to catch up. Since when did it turn into a girl-on-girl almost-makeout fest? Had I known these just-friends would be throwing their faces into each other’s chests, I’d be a much more loyal watcher.
It’s like a Québécois version of the L word (in that it’s best watched on mute), except it’s all buildup and no release. There isn’t even any kissing, except on the cheeks.
And yet, by picking the right frame out of context, just about everything here can be made sexual. (I notice, in selecting them, that they happen to be the ones used as preview thumbnails for the episodes – I’m sure that’s not a coincidence, because I know Geneviève Lefebvre has a dirty dirty mind.)
Then again, I have a dirty mind too.
You know, I’m starting to regret not taking Lefebvre up on her offer of a cameo in the series. If I could have been made one of Sandra’s love interests…
… then again, she’d insist on bringing in Anne Dorval (which is a big plus, don’t get me wrong), but then she’d insist on bringing in Alex Kovalev, and then things would just get weird…
Man, you are soooo welcome anytime you want on the show! Don’t know if you’ll come out of it alive tough…
Heureusement, depuis qu’on tourne au Dell’Arte, nous avons accès à … un bar!