Brooke Nevin

Alright, let’s talk about “Is Fluent in French.” This flick is basically a quirky ride through the chaotic life of its main character, Maxine, who’s pretending to be fluent in French just to land her dream job at a swanky Parisian art gallery. Spoiler alert: her French is, like, embarrassingly bad. She gets sucked into all kinds of ridiculous situations trying to keep up the act. Her boss is suspicious, her coworkers are snobby, and there’s this one French artist who’s way too clever for his own good. The movie’s loaded with awkward misunderstandings, fake accents, baguette-related mishaps, and romantic tension that you can practically taste. Maxine’s best friend is always trying to bail her out, but honestly, half the time she just makes things worse. Somehow, it all spirals into this wild mess that’s both hilarious and kind of sweet. In the end, it’s about owning your mess-ups and finding your real self, even if your French is garbage.

Drama’s like, you just know when you’ve hit something real—there’s a vibe, a sort of hush in the room. But comedy? Oh man, it’s brutal. Either they’re cracking up, or you’re dying up there, and it’s obvious. There’s no sugarcoating it. That unpredictability, that instant “did it land or flop?” feedback, is what hooks me. It’s a wild ride every single time. Comedy doesn’t let you coast; you’ve gotta earn every laugh. And honestly, that’s what makes it addictive. There’s this weird high in chasing that one perfect punchline, the joke that makes the whole room lose it. When it works, nothing beats it. When it doesn’t…well, you learn quick. That challenge, that risk, it’s what keeps me coming back.