Went to see this flick the other day: apart from the divine Emmanuelle Beart, another reason for seeing it is a bizarre conversation about Joy Division. Bloke has just picked up a woman in a bar, and as her drives her back to his place "Atmosphere" is playing in his car stereo.
Him: "Do you like this music?"
Her: "Yes"
Him: "It's Joy Division. They used to be called Warsaw. Now they're New Order. They're very famous. I know them."
Her: "????????"
Him: "The singer hung himself"
Her: "Don't you hang yourself"
Him: "No, definitely not...."
He breaks the ice by talking about his NO/JD obsession and still manages to get laid. How unrealistic is that!!????