A sexually ambiguous Frenchman tours his native countryside with his naive American lover in pursuit of the ultimate thrill. From the moment they meet, brooding Chris (Pierre Perrier) and the beautiful Aurore (Lizzie Brocherè) fall instantly and passionately in love but it s not long before their intense connection is consumed by Chris s dark obsession with gay men. Before long, the pair embarks on a violent and sexual journey filled with seduction and destruction of young gay hustlers. Hard-hitting, intensely sexy and wildly controversial, American Translation is a twisted Bonnie and Clyde for a new generation.
Two sexy, sweaty bodies in search of a narrative, Pascal Arnold and Jean-Marc Barr's "American Translation" is the kind of disjointed film that gives smutty French art cinema a bad name. With indecently good-looking thesps Pierre Perrier and Lizzie Brochere (who played siblings in Arnold and Barr's "One to Another") cast as young lovers, "Translation's" main narrative drive comes from the fact that he is a compulsive killer, which only gradually dawns on her (but doesn't scare her away). This theatrical turkey could find some redemption in ancillary if marketed to niche auds looking for subtitled flesh. Bisexual but monolingual Chris (Perrier) drives around in his camper in search of victims. After he's fallen for Aurore (Brochere), who has an American dad (Barr), Chris alternates bouts of sex with killing rentboys and strangers. Press notes suggests the pic's a meditation on Eros and Thanatos, but that's a bit like a doctoral thesis explaining the Jungian undercurrents in "Sesame Street"; the elements might indeed be there, but no regular viewer is likely to notice. Barr's cheap-looking, shaky DV lensing is below par, though the actors' charisma shines through. --Variety