Want to see a dirty movie? Not *that* kind


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I fear that someone has been having our Gallic friends across la Manche on. Somehow, they've come to believe that the pasty-faced, soap-dodging would-be troubadour that is Pete Doherty is not only cool, but that he is a sensible choice for the romantic lead in a period film.

Said movie, Confession of a Child of the Century, premiered at Cannes this week to terrible reviews (and, I'm guessing, the sound of British attendees sniggering). I've seen only the trailer of the English-language film, but I could barely sit through 90 seconds of Pete's numbing monotone, and as for his sex scenes with Charlotte Gainsbourg... please. Someone tell her where he's been.

Watch if you dare (above).