Paris-set “Hell,” from the semi-cult novel by teen author Lolita Pille, has bored rich youth self-medicating up a storm that includes sex and rude behavior with the drugs. But despite attractive leads, pic is let down by lensing in HD of a tale whose posh settings and costly accessories cry out for the classier patina of celluloid. Theatrical career of this March 1 release looks to be merely adequate, though results could prove heavenly on cable.
In her first major role since winning the most promising newcomer Cesar a year ago for “L’Esquive,” Sara Forestier is Hell (a diminutive of Ella). She’s a poor little rich girl who, at 19, screws a different guy every night. When Hell meets Andrea (Nicolas Duvauchelle), a handsome young playboy with a bad reputation, neither is sure what to do with the specter of genuine emotion, so they set their personal barometers to “self-destruct.” Their cavorting involves several dozen authentic hangouts for the moneyed elite. Script contains some sharp dialogue exchanges, and Duvauchelle is quite fine, but venture is consistently undercut by its look. Cheesy score doesn’t help.