LITTLE GIRL/PETITE FILLE (Sébastien Lifshitz 2021)
SÉBASTIEN LIFSHITZ: LITTLE GIRL/PETITE FILLE (2021)
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Petite fille/Little Girl
A trans child and her parents battle her school
A transgender reviewer at Edinburgh was shocked and offended. She railed at cis gender people for monopolizing coverage of trans subjects and even trans organizations. See "Little Girl: this film should not have been made" in Loud and Clear. Other, evidently Cis gender, reviewers seem to approach the film in hushed tones of respect and admiration, considering this too important a subject to get much into the film as film.
This issue is valid for minorities: they want to take charge of their own stories and they deserve to do so. Lifshitz, who isn't all that mainstream, after all, has swung back and forth between documentary and fiction films and frequently dealt with frank sexuality and with gay and trans themes before, may have earned the right to make a movie like Little Girl. For me, what's interesting about this film is that it hovers between the two genres so seamlessly, perhaps troublingly.
Lifcshitz's film flows back and forth between eight-year-old Sasha, born a boy but wanting to be a girl since age three, and his supportive mother so intimately, seamlessly, and artistically, that I thought this was a fiction movie - until I realized it could not be like Céline Sciamma's Tomboy, a real movie about a ten-year-old girl who wants to be a boy with a young actor who takes on the role.
I don't know exactly what's going on in documentaries where people go through their real life agonies for the camera. How much are events altered by that camera's presence? While Lifshitz's presence is seamless, he was not able to gain access to the whole situation, as a good documentarian usually needs to do, because nothing was filmed at Sasha's school.
Sébastien Lifshitz is a director who has moved back and forth between feature and documentary for twenty years, often focusing on gay themes, and though I've seen few of them, and their degree of success may be uneven, they seem interesting enough that he deserves some recognition. He seems to have constantly made the switch back and forth between documentary and fiction, wavering also between provocation and seriousness. His films clearly are often frank with sexual themes, sometimes gay, sometimes trans, sometimes swinging-both-ways. Is this somehow a particularly French directorial path?
His first was the 47-minute 1998 Open Bodies/Les corps ouverts, which focuses on an Arab-descent youth and his cinematic and sexual adventures. It was a good start, since it won the Kodak short film prize at Cannes and then the prestigious Prix Jean Vigo. Come Undone/Presque rien (2000), which I found in video stores and watched, is a feature about a teen gay summer love affair with hot young actors Jérémie Elkaïm and Stéphane Rideau. In 2001 Lifshitz made his first documentary, The Crossing/La traversée, following Stéphane Bouquet, his close friend and frequent collaborator, as he seeks out the identity of his missing American soldier father.
In Wild Side (2004), Lifshitz made a feature about a trans woman living as a prostitute who returns to be with her ailing mother in the provinces. Les Invisibles (2012) is a documentary about older French LGBT people and how they came out when it was hard to do so. I]Bambi[/I] (2013) is a doc about a trans woman who had a prominent career in Paris in the fifties and sixties as a dancer and show girl. Les Vies de Thérèse (2016) is a doc in which a well known French militant gay rights and women's rights activist Thérèse Clerc, facing the end of her life, looks back on it. Adolescentes is Lifshitz's 2019 documentary following two girls in a small town through high school and stunning public events in France; it was recently awarded the Grand Prix at Brussels and got six noms and two wins at the Césars.
It is interesting what Lifshitz has been doing these two decades. I would like to see more of these films, particularly Adolescentes. Judgments about Little Girl might be more informed if one knew the whole œuvre. All I can say is that this one is seamless documentary filmmaking, without being a great documentary. And it's about a timely subject, which the subjects themselves would like to take charge of. But if that trans reviewer were in charge, no film would have been made at all. Her rage for control may be excessive.
Little Girl/Petite fille, 90 mins., debuted at Berlin Feb. 2020, playing at nine other festivals including Poland's Doc's Against Gravity, Vladivostok, Chicago, Bordeaux, Ghent and Seville. Screened for this review as part of the all-virtual Lincoln Center 2021 Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, where it was the Opening Night Film Mar. 4, 2021.
MY DONKEY, MY LOVER, AND I ( Caroline Vignal 2020)
CAROLINE VIGNAL: MY DONKEY, MY LOVER, AND I/ANTOINETTE DANS LES CÉVENNES (2020)
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Antoinette dans les Cévennes
Holiday frolic with Laure Calamy
Also known in English as My Donkey, My Lover & I, this movie stars Laure Calamy, the charming actress who plays Noëmie, the girlfriend of Mathias Barneville in the Netflix series "Call My Agent" ("Dix pour cent"). This role is designed for her, as the impulsive, irresistibly emotional schoolteacher Antoinette, who follows her married lover Vladimir, father of one of her fifth grade students, when he has to delay their summertime tryst for a week to go on a trek with his wife and daughter and a donkey through one of the most scenic parts of France. Based on Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes by Robert Louis Stevenson. Things get hilairously complicated when Antoinette actually catches up with Vladimir and co. As the film explains, Stevenson's trip also was inspired by love of a married woman, whom he later married - for life.
Laure Calamy, not surprising if you know her from "Call My Agent," is a continual delight here as Antoinette. So are the scenes with her donkey, Patrick, who seems so sentient and human that he only walks along smoothly when Antoinette talks to him and recounts her past love affairs to him. This is just one of Vignal's successful tricks.
AlloCiné press rating: 4.0.
"This delightful, melancholy comedy provides the excellent Laure Calamy with one of the best roles of her career and is one of French cinemas' best surprises of La Rentrée [the back-to-school fall season]." - Olivier De Bruyn, Marianne. La rentrée is particularly special for the French, and when many of their best new films are introduced in cinemas. Antoinette dans les Cévennes is a good film for this moment in the year because it's a funny and sensual evocation of vacation time. Warning, though: this trip doesn't go anywhere!
Antoinette dans les Cévennes, 97 mins., debuted Paris (Rendez-Vous du Cinéma Français) Jan. 2020, also Haugesund, Norway; Angoulême, and Brussels; French theatrical release Sept. 16, 2020; UK internet, Mar. 2021. Screened for this review as part of the virtual Rendez-Vous with French Cinema (Lincoln Center, UniFrance), Mar. 5, 2012.
RED SOIL/ROUGE (Farid Bentoumi 2020)
FARID BENTOUMI: RED SOIL/ROUGE (2020)
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ZITA HANROT, SAMI BOUAJILA IN ROUGE
Conflicting loyalties to environment vs. employment divide father and daughter
In this film about conflicts between duty and family, a young woman trained as an occupational nurse, on probation after a death when she's on duty in the ER, gets hired through her father at the small town chemical plant where he's a foreman. Discovering many discrepancies in the health records and suspicious information about the handling of toxic waste, she attempts to blow the whistle in collaboration with a woman journalist. Billed as "un eco thriller à la Erin Brockovich" in France. Sami Bouajila plays the father, Céline Salete the reporter. Zita Hanrot, Meilleur Espoir Féminin for Bentoumi's first film, the comedy Good Luck, Algeria, plays the daughter who becomes an activist and whistleblower, and the great Belgian actor Olivier Gourmet is wasted as the factory overlord, Perez.
The director, Farid Bentoumi, has mostly been an actor in TV series before, except for the debut comedy, which also starred fellow French-Algerian Sami Bouajila. This film deals with important issues and conflicts, but it doesn't quite achieve the originality and depth of great French labor issue pictures like Laurent Cantet's Human Resources and Time Out. Here the plot resembles that of Human Resources in depicting how a company divides two generations with different loyalties. The action doesn't really grow tense until the last twenty-five minutes, and then the screenplay ties things up a little too patly.
Red Soil/Rouge, 86 mins., was a selecton of the pandemic-cancelled 2020 Cannes, and played at Bienne (Switzerland), then was one of six films presented in selection as "Cannes 2020" at Deauville. It also showed at various French fests, including the Festival du film franco arabe at Noisy-le-Sec, and at Busan. It was officially released in French cinemas Nov. 25, 2020 but AlloCiné lists no mainstream press reviews, hence no AlloCinee press rating. Some Télérama "micro-critiques" suggest reactions were mixed, with approval of the movie's passion and direction deemed "promising" but reservations about its didacticism and a plot whose outline feels "déjà vu."
FAITHFUL/DE NOS FRÈRES BLESSÉS (Hélier Cisterne 2020)
HÉLIER CISTERNE: FAITHFUL/DE NOS FRÈRES BLESSÉS (2020)
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VINCENT LACOSTE (CENER) IN FAITHFUL
The true story of a young Frenchman executed in the war for Algerian independence
In the retitled Faithful (De nos frères blessés, "Of Our Wounded Brothers"), Fernand Iveton (Vincent Lacoste) is a French citizen born in Algeria, then a French colony, who joins the war for independence with Arab and French comrades. He is caught planting an unexploded bomb in his workplace (he is a machinist) in Algiers and eventually is tried and executed for this action by guillotine, a procedure that is shown in some detail . This touching and in some ways beautiful story happens to focus on a place and time covered by one of the best films ever made, Gillo Pontecorvo's Battle of Algiers. Why bother? Director Héllier Cisterne can't match the unforgettable tumultuousness and precision of Pontecorvo's film.
One question is the casting. Neither Vincent Lacoste as the young Fernand nor Vicky Krieps as his wife Hélène (Vicky Kreps), a veteran of Polish oppression, makes a strong impression. When at one point Hélène refers to Fernand's "slightly goofy smile" ("ton sourire un peu débile") it reminds us that Lacoste began as a comic actor playing a gauche, pimply teenager in his debut film The French Kissers/Les beaux gosses, who fit the role well. In the twelve years that followed he has become a well known, admired, and very prolific actor with 35 credits. Lately he has taken the place of Louis Garrel as Christophe Honoré's muse, and was acknowledged to be a great success in Honoré's semi-autobiographical and pretty serious Sorry Angel/Plaire, aimer et courir vite. This remains his most complex and successful role so far and shows he can do serious work in the right kind of context. But he still seems a bit goofy, with a toothbrush mustache here, despite the solemnity of the sad events depicted, and the character of Fernand is far from fully developed.
Screenplay and direction don't collaborate here with Lacoste to deliver a clear and memorable piece of work. Fernand Iveton's story shows only indirectly the brutality of French colonial repression in Algeria. The police tortured pirsoners, but the film doesn't show the torture, only bruises. Fernand's comrades plot other actions, but we don't see them. Fernand and his French "brothers" are the champions of Algeria and the Arabs, but the film waits 30 minutes before introducing a scene that has Arabs as the main movers in it.
The screenplay stutters and is confusing. It begins with Fernand on a brief trip to Paris for medical tests, where he falls in love with the self-assured Hélène, who has escaped from Iron Curtain Poland, and they fall in love with each other's dedication to principles. Hélène, later sometimes to her regret, agrees to go back to live in Algiers with Fernand, bringing her teenage son Jean-Claude (Jules Langlade, who hasn't much to do). The story, unwisely, is depicted in the screenplay with flashbacks in between excerpts from Fernand's trial, which drags out a procedure that notably was, in teal life, very rushed. Along the way the complexities of Fernand's commitment and Hélène's regrets tend to get lost. Meanwhile as the personal story fails to emerge with sufficient passion and complexity, one feels the detail of Pontecorvo's film, the intensity and complexity of the Algerian war for independence, slipping by somewhere, not quite perceived.
Faithful/De nos frères blessés ("Of Our Wounded Brethren,") 96 mins., according to IMDb has one festival debut only at the Festival International du Film de Saint-Jean-de-Luz, and opened in French cinemas Feb. 24, 2021. Screened at home online for this review as part of the all-virtual Rendez-Vous with French Cinema Mar. 6, 2021.
GAGARIN/GAGARINE (Fanny Liatard, Jérémy Trouilh 2020)
FANNY LIATARD, JÉREMY TROUILH: GAGARIN/GAGARINE (2020)
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ALSENI BATHILY IN GAGARINE
Takes the ordinary and turns it into wonders
Thanks in part to cinematographer Victor Seguin, Gagarin is a film that astonishes, and it starts with a commonplace of contemporary French movies: the big, doomed ghetto "cité" of the banlieue. Here, thanks to the focus on the big soulful black adolescent (Alseni Bathely) called Youri for the cosmonaut, Gagarin, for whom the building complex is also named, the focus changes. Instead of being about hoodlums and gang wars, this is about the cité itself, and the varied community it contains. Eventually we enter into the imagination of Youri, who has dreamed of being a cosmonaut, and for a while, the whole movie takes flight into a sad but glorious fantasy.
Directors Fanny Liatard and Jérémy Troulh are weaving wonders in a very cinematic way here. At first, as we meet some of the personalities connected with Youri, he tries to use his precocious engineering skills to improve the wiring and lighting and bring the building complex up to code so there is no excuse to demolish it. But while the public spaces pass inspection, the flats don't, and eventually everyone is evacuated, except Youri. Gone is Houssam (Jamil McCraven), once Youri's constant sidekick. His mother has withdrawn her promise to take him in with her new man and younger child. Diana (Lyna Khoudri), who communicates with Youri in a secret universal language (Morse), also remains for a while and a romance blooms.
Youri's secret habitation lodged in the building is like a space ship. The filmmakers go to town creating a dreamy world of improvised technology, including fantastic electrical gadgets and a greenhouse growing vegetables. But everyone is gone now. Diana's Roma community's local squat is destroyed and she must go off with them. Even the rough, not so tough drug dealer Dali (Finnegan Oldfield) runs off after getting beaten by thugs. The pungent cameo of iconic French star Denis Lavant (who deals in wiring and spare parts) is a fading memory.
This is about Youri, but always also about Gagarine, the building. Hence the demolition is an event former inhabitants gather to witness. Only Diana knows Youri is still there and must be saved. As the Variety review points out, this movie was woven out of a real event, the August 2019 demolition of the huge Cité Gagarine, a 370-apartment housing project in Ivry-sur-Seine on the outskirts of Paris that interestingly was built in 1961-63 by the Communist French section of the Workers International. As he wrote, this is a "wondrous" debut feature the physical reality of whose setting gives it such a "crackle of authenticity" that its "starry-eyed metaphysics" seem "uncannily plausible" as well. Jonathan Romney's Screen Daily review predicts this movie's "conviction and chutzpah, plus often dazzling execution, will chime with younger adult audiences." This is a touching, beautiful, and thoroughly original film about community, ingenuity, and dreams. The red brick Cité Gagarine is gone, but the film's quietly vibrant young star Alseni Bathely will doubtless live on to grace many more features.
Gagarine/Gagarin, 95 mins., was a Cannes Marché selection Jun. 2020. Its many other international festival appearances included Berlin, Zurich, Hamburg, Moscow, Cologne, Bordeaux, Athens and Busan. Now a Cohen Media release. Screened for this review as part of the all virtual New York-based Rendez-Vous with French Cinema Mar.6, 2021.
MARGAUX HARTMANN/L'ÉTREINTE (Ludivic Bergery 2020)
LUDIVIC BERGERY: MARGAUX HARTMANN/LÉTREINTE (2020)
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VINCENT DEDIENNE, EMANUELLE BÉART IN L'ÉTREINTE
Emanuelle Béart as a recent widow rebooting her life
Its French title meaning "the embrace," this film is largely a one-hander, but we're in good hands with the beautfullly aging Émanuelle Béart as the lead Margaux, a recent widow set up outside Versailles chez her currently off traveling half sister while she attends grad school in German lit, for which her character is well prepared because she had a German parent. She is adopted by a very lively group of younger fellow masters candidates, including a gay pal, Aurélien (an appealing Vincent Dedienne) who becomes a kind of instant confidante. It gets complicated with her dashing 50-year-old teacher (Tibo Vandenborre, Belgian Flemish posing as German here), and then she enters the heartbreak and frustration of computer-dating and has one or two adventures.
Here is a Rendez-Vous film not about a minority or an important social issue. We watch it because we like watching a beautiful and famous actress pretending to be someone not quite so fortunate and taking things in stride. It's a circular plot line, starting and ending on a train. At film's end, Margaux has abandoned her academic plans and is going back in the opposite direction. Her brief period of nutty passion when online dating leads her to a would-be sexual affair with a classical trombone player has reawakened her sexuality and joie de vivre, but where her life is going to go, we don't learn; and what does it matter? This is, nonetheless in its way an assured debut for director Ludivic Bergery, who never gets in the way of Béart's seasoned beauty and watchability.
/Margaux Hartmann/L'étreinte ("The Embrace"),100 mins., debuted at Angoulême Aug. 28, 2020. No French theatrical release. Screened at home online for this review as part of the all-virtual 2021 Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 6, 2021.
SHOULD THE WIND DROP/SI LE VENT TOMBE (Nora Martirosyan 2020)
NORA MARTIROSYAN: SHOULD THE WIND DROP/SI LE VENT TOMBE (2020)
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GRÉGOIRE COLIN (LEFT) IN SI LE VENT TOMBE
A French inspector visits a closed airport near a war-torn region
Grégoire Colin, the iconic young shirtless hunk in Beau Travail and generally cool dude in many of Claire Denis' other films as well (a total of six counting a new one), 45 now, appears in this new film in a different, neutral role as a man traveling around to a little known country. He's not neutral for the inhabitants, because in the film he is some kind of international inspector, and his decision about reopening an airport, near a no-fire zone dating from the Kosovo war, would put this little country, populated by Armenians, in the public eye, or leave it forever off the radar.
This visit to the disputed landlocked region of Nagorno-Karabakh, between Armenia and Azerbaijan and inhabited by Armenians, is an eight-hour drive from the nearest airport. (Director Nora Martirosyan is, I imagine, Armenian herself.) Alain Degage (Colin) arrives by long-distance taxi with a suitcase, in a rumpled suit. The Stepanakert Airport is an oddly designed, very real place. Also real perhaps is the little boy who walks improperly across the airport runways getting the water he goes around selling drinks of; and the eccentric old shepherd; and the unruly boys who at one point don uniforms and start firing live ammunition. There is also a patriotic airport official, and a pretty woman announcer for the local TV station, who wants to report on Alain's visit before it is proper. A romance does not develop. This is a staid film, and a slow-moving one, though it has some well-placed excitement during the last twenty minutes that changes everything.
I've been a fan of Grégoire Collin since, at age 17, he starred as a boyish con man in Agnieszka Holland's 1992 Olivier Olivier, and his Claire Denis films are not to be missed. There are only a couple of interviews with Grégoire Colin on YouTube. In one of them he is asked why he took on a particular role and film and he answers (in French), that he doesn't get that many job offers so he has to take what he can get. Agreed that being sometime muse of Claire Denis wouldn't guarantee an income, but he has 71 credits, counting TV series as well as a few shorts, so he must get asked to say yes pretty often.
This film may seem of rather specialized interest; but it, like the airport in the story, may bring beneficial attention to an obscure war-torn region. Oddly, Kurt Brokow points out in his Independent review that just this film was about to open last fall at Cannes Azerbaijan's culture ministry tried to ban it from festival showings both in France and Estonia. But, he says, "neither fest caved, and Should the Wind Drop became the first Armenian film since 1965 shown at Cannes."
Should the Wind Drop/Si le vent tombe, 100 mins., in English, French, Armenian and Russian, was a Cannes 2020 selection. Screened at home online for this review as part of the 2021 virtual Rendez-Vous with French Cinema (Film at Lincoln Center; UniFrance).sometime m
SLALOM (Charlène Favier 2020)
CHARLÈNE FAVIER: SLALOM (2020)
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JEREMIE RENIER, NOÉE ABITA IN SLALOM
The illicit world of a ski coach and the teen girl star he loves too well
This compact little film is good at focusing on its 15-year-old girl ski trainee Lyz (Noée Abita), who's completely in thrall to her verbally abusive, soon-to-be sexually abusive coach, Fred (Jérémie Renier, the Dardennes brothers' once blond and youthful darling, gnarly and unrecognizable here but as intense as ever). He is very mean to her verbally, but then she wins and he's grudgingly approving, and she's hooked: the win is a high in itself. And how could she do it without him, since he is the linchpin of the framework of training and competition that enables the wins, and could lead on to the Olympics, from what he says?
The film smoothly intensifies its focus, as Fred isolates Lyz. Her emotionally rather distant or at least very retrained mother (Muriel Combeau) is already away in Marseille for a job, leaving Lyz to fend for herself at home. Now Fred removes Lyz's teammate and friend Justine (Maïra Schmitt). Then he gives her special favors, top of the line skis from a sponsor, with his wife Lilou (Marie Denarnaud) standing approvingly by. Then Lyz wins big - champion of France - and Fred is ecstatic, and the real abuse begins, the sexual inappropriateness. Lyz turns on the boys on the team too, it's worth noting; but they haven't the access Fred has, and don't matter. She is inexperienced, ignorant of sex, even about her period. When Fred speaks to her intimately and helpfully about that, he takes the place of her mother. Better wi-fi for homework consultations as the excuse, Fred moves Lyz into his house.
As they become more intimate - and this is the film's subtlety and balance - Fred becomes more vulnerable, admitting in a key scene that his own ski career would up a total failure due to injuries and he had nothing. "Nothing?" "There's you." So in a way she means everything to him, too, as he dominates her world,and this is almost as much a secret love affair as it is hidden abuse, not that it doesn't remain abuse. It's complicated, okay? And lest that seem a copout, consider this: such complexity, and the frank details, along with the authentic settings in the French Alps and above all the high caliber of the cast, especially Abita and Renier, are all things that make this much more than a TV movie, even if its trajectory is predictable. About that, Jordan Mintzer in his Hollywood Reporter review suggests (as can be said of the greatest classic stories) that it's not the what but the how of the telling that counts here. But one can also say as Peter Bradshaw does in his Guardian review, that this film ends its story too soon and doesn't fill in enough background (what happens to Fred, and how many teen girl ski protégés has he gotten intimate with before?). There are some quibbles. The final moments seems like a scene from a movie, not from the real life of a top athlete. Perhaps the director, who says this is based on personal experience, had gone as far as she could bear. But much of this film works well, and this is a strong debut fearure for Favier on a timely topic.
Slalom, 92 mins., was a Cannes 2020 official selection, and debuted at Angoulême, included in seven other festivals in both Europe and Asia. A Kino Lorber release in the US, it was screened for this review at home as part of the all-virtual FLC-UniFrance 2021 Rendez-Vous with French Cinema on Mar. 7, 2021.
SPRING BLOSSOM/SEIZE PRINTEMPS (Susanne Lindon 2020)
SUSANNE LINDON: SPRING BLOSSOM/SEIZE PRINTEMPS (2020)
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ARNAUD VALOIS, SUSANNE LINDON IN SEIZE PRINTEMPS
A light French take on May-December romance
May-December with a difference, because in this film Susanne (writer-director Susanne Lindon, now 20) is a mature 16 and Raphaël (Arnaud Valois) is a youthful 35 and the guy doesn't seem to an older viewer very old himself. Not at least till, that is, we do the arithmetic and realize Raphaël's 19 years Susanne's senior and thus more than twice her age. Yet Raphaël seems to approach Susanne in a sweet, courtly manner, like a sublime platonic object and the affair never (apparently) becomes sexual and seems determined not to.
It's no mystery why she'd fall in love with him. He's handsome and a bit (but not too) brooding, with a nice close-cropped beard and curly hair. It's not so clear why he'd fall for her. Out of politeness, out of boredom, because she's cute (rather like a young Charlotte Gainsbourg) and shy but poised, with an authentic smile. For him it's a beautiful but impossible flirtation. For her it's wonderful, until it's too much.
Thus somehow on the face of it Lindon avoids #MeToo issues - which may be provocative, nowadays, in itself. But in doing so, she gives us something simple and classic if also, because the writing is a little juvenile and the film is short and ends abruptly and is not just admirably minimalist as it wants to be, ultimately a bit sketchy and wan. But, however a product of privilege, it's also a talented debut that hints of more and hopefully better to come when the precocity blends with experience.
Is this a platonic relationship - or are the hand and head dances in unison, as stylized as something in a Eugène Green film, a way of symbolically reenacting foreplay and sex? The musical and dance numbers in the film at least are its way of expressing how the emotions soar.
I was reminded of a long-ago Paris literary hit that came to the US when in the mid-fifties, at only 18, Françoise Sagan published Bonjour Tristesse, her instantly famous precocious short novel about the 17-year-old Cécile who has a summer affair in front of her indulgent, wealthy parents with a 20-something man on the French Riviera. Both Bonjour Tristesse and Seize printemps ("Sixteen Springs" a title redolent of John Hughes) have an air of privilege, in the works themselves and the works' origins from a world of well-off Parisian Bobo's ("bourgeois bohemians"), or better in this case, since Susanne Lindon, who wrote this at 15 and has produced and starred in it at 20, is the daughter of the two most famous and admired actors of France, Vincent Lindon and Sandrine Kiberlain. Doubtless they live in a "grand appartement bourgeois," using the term not as it's bandied about in rental listings but in its grander sense of a big old many-roomed high-ceilinged apartment in one of the best parts of Paris - in Susanne's case in the 18e arrondissement, Montmartre, a short walk from the Théâtre de l'Atelier where Raphaël is acting in a play when Susanne spots him at the nearby café and begins to spy on him.
In this short feature Susanne (the writer-director) is a cute, boyish girl with her own style of tight faded jeans and mannish white shirts. She is bored with her lyçée, with her classmates, and with boys, which at a p;arty she rates all as 5's, on a scale of one to ten. So she looks for someone older and quickly finds him. But she will not even ride on his new red Vespa with him, a fair indication that she's not planning to go to bed with him either, that more dangerous ride. In the current atmosphere, when so many male abusers have been unmasked, we may forget the old French tradition of an older person (granted, more often a woman with a young man) teacher a youth the ways of love.
Susanne, in the film, makes out with a mirror like the boys in French Kissers/Les beaux gosses (Vincent Lacoste's debut), perhaps the sexiest thing in the movie. Her actual kisses from Raphaël or her are courtly pecks, infinitely sweet, but carefully restrained, hardly more than merely more fraught versions of the air-pecks she and all her girlfriends exchange outside the lycée every day. She consults with her dad (Frédéric Pierrot; with him and her mom Florence Viala and sister Rebecca Marder she gets on perfectly) about whether men like skirts better and starts wearing them, and trying to put on eye makeup (with messy results at first). The chaste trysts proceed: sharing a sugary drink, meeting for breakfast, a walk (with the dance moves), a visit to the theater stage (with the dance moves cozier). And then Susanne gets cold feet, and cries to her mom. And boom! It's over.
There is a strong feeing that more could have been done with this; that its success is a seamless mixture of tasteful restraint and limited imagination. But the classic French taste is there. Privilege is also nurturing of talent. Françoise Sagan never did anything else as well known as Bonjour Tristesse. For Susanne Lindon hopefully this may be only the precocious beginning.
Seize printemps/Spring Blossom, 73 mins., was a 2020 Cannes selection shown at Angoulême in Sept.; shown in at least 15 other international festivals including Toronto, Athens, Hamburg, Mill Valley, Chicago, Busan, Vienna and closing film at Glasgow. In the US, a KimStim release. Screened online at home for this review as part of the all-virtual 2021 Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 8, 2021.
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FRÉDÉRIC PIERROT AS THE FATHER, SUSANNE LINDON AS THE DAUGHTER IN SPRING BLOSSOM
LIFELINES/SI DEMAIN (Fabienne Godet 2020)
FABIENNE GODET: LIFELINES/SI DEMAIN (2020)
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LUCIE DEBAY, JULIE MOULIER IN LIFELINES
In search of lost time
When we meet the protagonist, Esther (Julie Moulier, who also appeared in Fabienne Godet's 2013 and 2018 features]) has been drinking for ten days and winds up in the hospital because she can't deal with being dumped by her boyfriend. Then she receives a journal, source unknown, about an 18-year-old devastated when she survived a motorcycle accident her boyfriend died in.
This meditative road picture takes us along with Esther as she forgets her sorrow by trying to track down what happened to this young woman, who apparently ran off and may be traceable to Toulouse. Moulier has a funky, soulful quality; her face looks lived-in, perhaps a drinker's face, though she turns out to be trim and energetic. Esther leaves behind her best friend, Elena (Lucie Debay), even though Elena's cancer has come back. Elena insists she feels fine and she wants Esther to track down this story. Moulier's lived-in quality makes her relatable. If you go with the flow, this is a watchable picture. It takes us to Spain and then to Lisbon, where there is a little girl called Antonietta who goes to the French school and, eventually, the name of the lost girl and her identity is revealed.
Esther is a translator who wanted to be a writer. When she winds up in Spain she speaks fluent Spanish. She also has a stoicism that she needs when a handsome young hitchhiker she was traveling to Spain with doesn't show up the next morning and then her car dies on a remote road and her bag disappears later when she's begun hitchhiking. The handsome young man is played by Arnaux Valois, also the love interest in another Rendez-Vous '21 film, Susanne Lindon's Spring Blossom.
You may guess the surprise ending before it comes, and before that this bracing journey may start to feel futile. But as a place-marker, and thanks to Moulier, and Godet's dp Marie Celette (also the dp for the 2018 film) and surroundings that don't feel conventional, Lifeline has a certain offbeat appeal.
Lifelinea/Si demain, 85 mins., debuted at the Arras Film Festival Nov. 2020. It was screened at home for this review as part of the all virtual Mar. 2021 Rendez-Vous with French Cinema. It is unreleased.
LOVE AFFAIR(S)/LES CHOSES QU'ON DIT, LES CHOSES QU'ON FAIT (Emmanuel Mouret 2020)
EMMANUEL MOURET: LOVE AFFAIR(S)/LES CHOSES QU'ON DIT, LES CHOSES QU'ON FAIT (2020)
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Mouret's Shall We Kiss?/Un baiser si'l vous plaît was featured in the 2008 Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, when I cited Derek Elley of Variety sayint he was a combination of Woody Allen and Eric Rohmer. Here, the delicacy is still there; it's shown in its use of Vincent Macaigne and Niels Schneider. The three women are fine. But Mouret's mastery has taken him too far this time. He's working at such a high pitch now, with so many couples coming and going and so much well-chosen classical music from Chopin to Italian opera, that this movie is a bit indigestible. You get lost in it more than once. It's not just me: Even the French critic of Les Fiches du Cinema quoted in AlloCiné, for instance, says it's "difficult to savor the brilliant dialogue. . . under the constraint of the rapid pacing." He adds something I'd not thought of: that "the actors' restrained acting doesn't help." Many viewers find it all too pretentious and overwrought. That's not the Emmanuel Mouret I was so taken by 13 years ago.
It probably is true that many in the cast do downplay, and this robs the film of a comic element one feels surely is meant to be there, but gets lost in the love-longing and false moralist stubbornness of the ladies who refuse to grant their favors sometimes when you know they want to. It's a droll twist to saddle the dreamy Niels Schneider, still notable and compulsively watchable here, with inappropriate casting as a perpetual loveless loser while making the geeky Vincent Macaigne into an apparent success with both wife and mistress and, presumably, job as well, since he lives in splendid digs with grand tapestries, furniture, and paintings. A number of French spectators on AlloCiné, not as thrilled as the critics, saw the plot complications as tedious "Marivaudages" (plot twists of theatrical farce) and the wealthy Parisian "bobo" settings and the formalized, elaborate talk out of touch with reality.
What's to like? Well, the acting is interesting and able at times anyway, and the two main women characters, Louise played by Emilie Duquesne and, especially, the statuesque Daphné played by Camélia Jordana, are very watchable. Everyone is watchable, including the actor playing Gaspard, Guillaume Gouix, who's the only one whose scenes have a broad comical flavor. The ceaseless classical excerpts certainly often do exactly what they're supposed to do to underline the sense of a scene, but are a bit overwhelming and ultimately cloying, like everything else. Some French critics (and viewers) think that Mouret's great success in 2019 with his more mainstream costume film Mademoiselle de Joncquières (which was well received, but I found somewhat lacking) may have given him too much of a swelled head. I don't know, but that might be true.
This is one of the most celebrated of 2021's Rendez-Vous with French Cinema films, also one of the longest and over two hours. It's nominated for 13 Césars (the awards come in three days from now), and its critics' rating on AlloCiné is 4.3/5 or 86%. But one cannot enjoy what one cannot follow.
Love Affair(s) / Les Choses qu’on dit, les choses qu’on fait, 120 mins., was a Cannes 2020 official selection released on the internet Jun. 26, 2020, and showed in about eight other international festivals including Busan, Tokyo, Thessaloniki and Stockholm. Screened online at home for this review as part of the 2021 all virtual UniFrance-Film at Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema Mar. 9, 2021.
THE BIG HIT/UN TRIOMPHE (Emmanuel Courcol 2020)
EMMANUEL COURCOL: THE BIG HIT/UN TRIOMPHE (2020)
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UN TRIOMPHE/THE BIG HIHT
French prisoners perform "Waiting for Godot" as if it's never been done before
This is a kind of sequel to Rachid Helmi's Orchestra Class/La Mélodie (2017)( R-V 2018) - the movie starring Kad Merad about a teacher to disadvantaged folks, an established genre. As the end titles explain, this surprising story is a "fait divers" (news event) that really happened in Sweden.
The result is what the French call "un feel good movie," and one judged worthy of the name. About rediscovering one's passion, and the actor's trade.
In this we're told that the French are just discovering that prisoners relate strongly to Beckett. I don't quite believe it. Beckett has been playing in prisons for decades. Beckett wrote his major works first in French. He lived across from Paris' La Santé prison and collaborated with California prisoner turned Beckett director Rick Cluchey for many years. How could the French not have discovered this natural affinity between waiting for Godot and rotting in prison?
That said, this is great stuff. In prison, there's no messing around (nor, in a sense, with ghetto kids either). Scenes of Etienne working with the five prisoners chosen to be actors focus on two, Jordan (the vibrant Pierre Lottin), who can barely read, but must learn to recite the 3 nonstop pages of Lucky's wild, complex, nonsense speech, an "Everest" for him to scale, and Kamel (Sofian Khammes), an Arab guy who is a prison caïd who turns up later, having wangled his way in, buying out another guy. The warden Ariane (Marina Hands of Lady Chatterly and Tell No One), whom Etienne must constantly deal with, thinks having Kamel around on the project is very dangerous. But Étienne must insist on keeping him because there is no time and Kamel has turned out to be good. These scenes alternate with argument and pleading with the prison bureaucrats to get the conditions in which Etienne can prepare the play. He has six months. He must fight to get quality time. And thus the docu-style drama maintains excitement.
When the preparation is done, they are taken out of prison, to the Théâtre de la Croix-Rousse in Lyon. "The wind has a smell!" one exclaims, when they leave the prison gate. They're as excited as children. They sort of are children. This is part of the power of such a production: the prisoner actors are fresh, full of pent-up energy and need. This is their chance to do something special, to count as individuals, and a ticket to escape - for a short time - into the outside world.
The film makes every performance - and after one, they're invited to come to theaters in three other cities - different and exciting because of the indiscipline of the prisoner cast members: thoughts of making a run for it are not lacking at times. After the last show, they get wild in the bus and dance naked in front of the jail, resulting in disciplinary detention. A new complication: they've now been invited to perform at Paris' Odéon-Théâtre de l'Europe, one if France's national theaters, but their misbehavior means they are banned from travel. Can Étienne get the judge d'instruction to waive this prohibition?
If at many moments this film feels real, even when we absolutely know it can't be,it's because the prisoners are played by professional actors, and pretty good ones. In this it's unlike the Taviani brother's Caesar Must Die (NYFF 2012), about a prison production of Julius Caesar using prison actors with relatively clunky results, a tedious structure and obviously rehearsed dialogue. Here, the "prison" cast often seems explosively spontaneous. Even if this is manipulative, every success in the Beckett performances is made to seem miraculous because it always seems they might go wrong. Étienne is kept important and collaborative - present and communicating during every performance. The Algerian-born Kad Merad costarred in the most popular French-made film in France of the 2000's, Bienvenue chez les Ch'tis, and a very popular one, Les choristes: he is gallic movie mainstream "feel good" gold. We'll see if the pleasing twists of this film play well with French critics and audience in its upcoming release. It seems geared to do so.
The Big Hit/Un triomphe, 105 mins., was part of Cannes Official Selection May 2020, and as such debuted at Angoulême in Aug.; IMDb lists seven other festival showings. Scheduled for theatrical release in France Mar. 24, 2021. Screened online at home for this review as part of the all-virtual FLC-UniFrance Rendez-Vous with French Cinema.
IBRAHIM (Samir Guesmi 2020)
SAMIR GUESMI: IBRAHIM (2020)
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ABDEL BENDAHER IN IBRAHIM
Bressonian banlieue boy
Watching Ibrahim is almost like seeing a film by Bresson, or an early postwar Italian neoreaist film. Dialogue is staccato or nonexistent. In particular though 17-year-old Ibrahim (Abdel Bendaher) and his father Ahmed (Guesmi himself, an actor with 136 credits, for whom this is the feature directorial deut) are all they've got, they don't say much to each other. Some scenes have an element of mime. Much revolves around a central, badly understood and overwhelming financial issue. Ahmed is missing most of his front teeth. Dreaming of becoming a waiter at the Royal Opera restaurant where he works selling seafood out front, Ahmed has had removable dentures made but he has to pay a lot of money to pick them up now.
Ibrahim seems childlike, and there's something Chaplinesque in his conception. He's easily manipulated by his dumb but more confident and older friend Achille (Rabah Naït Oufella, Nocturama, who lures him into stealing things and visiting a rich gay man, but he always runs. One failed exploit forces Ibrahim's father Ahmed (director Guesmi) to pay much more than the money he owes on the dentures to save his son from the police. Through Achille the film paints what a life of petty crime might be, also how an impoverished teenage boy (and perhaps Achille is gay) might become a male prostitute.
Then a couple of girls from the trade school he and Achille attends take Ibrahim to a restaurant, and he winds up with one of them. (This is a feel-good episode that adds little to the realism of the film.) Ibrahim's world is sketchy and illusory, but can also go from emptiness to something huge in a moment. Largely inarticulate, he may dream of being a professional soccer player, but in the club he's only a substitute. Discovery of this, and the costly theft, and other clumsy misbehavior, anger Ahmed, but he's never punishing or violent toward his son. A final scene about Ibrahim's mother helps explain his gentleness: he has much to ask forgiveness for.
What is pleasantly retro is also the way the story unfolds in simple sequence. No elaborate cross-cutting, no flashbacks.
Bendaher has a striking, pure face, often framed in a protective balaclava: he is at once impoverished and beautiful. Mostly in motion, he seems tall and slightly bent forward. Clear especially when he and Achille undress in the club locker room, his whole body is gestural. The film has been praised for its simple, direct storytelling. Not everything quite computes. We don't question the action too much because it's so breathless, vivid, and well directed.
Two of this year's best and most distinctive Rendez-Vous films focus on teenage banlieu boys, the other one being Gagarine/Gagarin(Fanny Liatard and Jérémy Trouilh's Cité portrait, Gagarin, where young Yuri, unlike the innocent, confused Ibrahim, is the star and mastermind of the dwindling housing complex community. But each is isolated and overwhelmed in his own special way.
Samir Guesmi is an actor with 137 credits making his feature directorial debut and screenplay (with Rosa Attab) here. He collaborated on the adaptation and script here as well. The dp was the well-known Céline Bozon, the art director Laurent Baude, composer of the scoreRaphaël Eligoulachvili. The editing was done by Pauline Dairou. Abdel Bendaher reports having generally ignored French movies, but recently having looked at Jacques Audiard's Un prophète and "a movie called La tete haute" (by Emmanuelle Bercot) and being "very impressed by the performances." Indeed: models that might lead him forward in this unexpected job of actin
Ibrahim, 79 mins., debuted at Angoulême Aug. 2020, named there best film, best director, best screenplay and best music; it was also shown at Busan and received Rome's Alice nella Città Golden Camera Award.. Theatrical release scheduled in the Netherlands May 20, 2021. The French distributer is Wild Bunch. Screened online at home for this review as part of the all-virtual FLC-UniFrance Rendez-Vous with French Cinema.
LOVERS/AMANTS (Nicole Garcia 2020)
NICOLE GARCIA: LOVERS/AMANTS (2020)
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BENOIT MAGIMEL, PIERRE NINEY IN AMANTS
This noirish drama never quite acquires a pulse
Nicole Garcia has 97 acting credits and 11 directorial ones. Of the latter I've only seen four. She seems to go for convoluted plots that draw you in even when they're not working. But they don't always work, and this one really doesn't - so little, in fact, that its decor is more interesting than its people.
Amants states its subject clearly enough. It's dark, "painterly," but also may be "marred by a silly script" as Xan Brooks wrote from Venice in the Guardian . Its noirish plot bears little connection to ordinary reality. But where was that ever a problem in the movies? Variety isn't wholly wrong to say it's "lackluster" but Jordan Mintser has a point too. In his Hollywood Reporter review he hypes Lovers as a "good ol' fashioned doomed romance." He points to its "eye-popping exotic locations," its "traffic-stopping cast," and lists its "lavish wines, great catering, guns, drugs, sex and lies." He says Garcia "delivers the genre’s essential items" in a "slick film noir throwback" that's "carried by" three "strong performances." Is this true? Ba, oui et non. All the nice accoutrements are there, but the characters leave much to be desired. Accomplishments aren't up to aims here.
Watching a Nicole Garcia plot line unfold, one must be willing to go with the flow. Pay patient attention as the hefty love sequence is followed by some discreet drug dealing. The girlfriend, LIsa (Stacy Martin of Nymphomaniac), is a hotel-school student, so there are scenes of fussing over table-settings for a fancy restaurant and napkin-folds with three long thin ears poking up. Simon (Pierre Niney) is at a bar and it's amusing to find Grégoire Colin cast as Niney's older brother, Paul, which works very well: they have the same long nose. The allusion to Claire Denis is appreciated.
But are the young lovers well-cast? It's sexier to see Lisa and Simon, he bare-chested, watch an old American noir movie on a screen occupying a whole wall, than having sex, always shot in monochrome and in the missionary position, cut short by the editor; or dining with Simon's doomed rich client in his multi storey parents' house, which appears to have a Vermeer upstairs. A lot of this is, pace Mintzer, about posh decor. That, and the artwork, satisfy: but decor isn't enough to make a movie.
The film is in chapters: Paris, the south seas, Geneva. It moves rapidly at first to separate the hot young lovers so that, three years later, they will renew their passion - on an island in the Indian Ocean - despite Lisa now being married to the rich owner of an international insurance business, Leo (Benoît Magimel), who began pursuing her when she became a hat check girl after Simon fled the country and lost touch with her and in her despondency she let herself get kicked out of hotel school. Lumpish, somewhat sullen, but basically a decent man, Leo is someone the rather emotionless Lisa can't give up even though she's drawn to Simon when he magically turns up at the Madagascar hotel stacking surfboards and handling day trips. Things are left unresolved between Simon and Lisa when they're back in touch reunited. The writing is vague, but Niney and Martin also decidedly continue to lack chemistry. Niney is cool looking and soulful, with his long face, sharp features, and lean body that makes him look taller than he is. But he's not sexy. Stacy Martin simply seems wan, sad, and absent.
So, on to another chapter. Geneva is where Leo has a big house, enjoys fancy Japanese whisky, and continues to toy with adopting a child, but mind you, he can't have one with a deformed foot. (Does that make him a bad guy?) Surprise: Simon turns up again. This movie, apart from rich lifestyles, is most clearly into catering, hotels, and personal service, and before you know it Lisa has persuaded her young lover, who's by now acquired culinary skills, to come and cook a big line-caught sea bass in an Oceania recipe for her husband, who, most appreciative, impulsively hires him as his driver for a hasty trip to Zurich.
It is now clear where this is going, if you pay any attention to noir crime film rules. Simon is getting closer and closer to the person he wants out of the a way. While the action that follows goes against expectations, it hasn't the fun twists of a neo-noir. The writing simply lacks the punch and clarity of that genre. Furthermore, the two young lovers never acquire the minimum necessary level of appeal and edge. It is not good that the old guy, the bourgeois fat cat husband, should be the most interesting character, especially given that Magimel's part is so underwritten.
Jonathan Romney in Screen Daily is cruel but to the point. He notes how right at the start the generic title points to lack of imagination. I don't know that he's right to fault the lack of significant black or Asian characters. Surely that is part of the point? But he is right on the mark in calling this a "lugubrious essay in lifestyle melodrama"
and thinking it "irredeemably dated and listless." Alas, the world will little note nor long remember this Nicole Garcia film.
Lovers/Amants, 103 mins., debuted at Venice Sept. 3, 2020 and was part of Toronto (Industry Selects) Sept. 14. Screened online at home for this review as part of the Film at Lincoln Center-UniFrance Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar.11, 2021.
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STACY MARTIN, PIERRE NINEY IN AMANTS
À L'ABORDAGE! (Guillaume Brac 2020)
GUILLAUME BRAC: À L'ABORDAGE! (2020)
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STILL FROM A L'ABORDAGE!
When things don't go the way you want it's not so bad
I have written about Brac's several films featuring Vincent Macaigne, 2012's World Without Women (FCN) and 2014 Tonnerre (R-V) and his episodic and Rohmeresque 2017 July Tales (R-V). Brac has an element of Rohmer in his young men and women looking for connection in summer settings. But the Rohmer dialogue and neat structure are missing.
À L’Abordage! is a return to fiction filmmaking for director Guillaume Brac, whose last release was the feature documentary Treasure Island (2018). But it represents a continuation of a theme which is evident throughout much of his work – that brief escape from reality afforded by holidays. Here, much of this and that. There is everything from a car accident to karaoke. The new twist is the main vacationers in this town with a mediocre camping ground are two black city boys among all the white people.
The strapping Félix (Eric Nantchouang) meets Alma (Asma Messaoudene) one night and they spend several hours together. She goes on vacation with her family. Félix, a caretaker for older people, discusses this with the old lady. This is the introduction to genial boundary-crossing, because it's a serious talk. He persuades his pal Chérif (Salif Cissé), a big, chubby guy who works in a supermarket to take five days off, and they ride-share with Édouard (Édouard Sulpice), a typical middle class young French white guy. He was expecting girls, and is very annoyed. But camaraderie soon crops up between the three guys. An accident forces Édouard to stay at the campground too: it'll take a week for the parts to arrive.
Alma is anything but pleased when Félix shows up without prior warning at the vacation spot where she's staying in a house with her parents, and they're in conflict for the next couple of days. However, Chérif meets up with Héléna (Ana Blagojevic), an attractive young mother with a delightful tiny baby. She's been left there by her husband, because he made the decision to start a new pizza restaurant while his wife had a baby. He's off tending to an emergency at the restaurant. Chérif likes taking care of the baby and hanging out with Héléna. By the time this is all over he realizes being with Héléna counts more than the baby.
There is a small trace of turnaround and dreams they didn't know they had coming true. But essentially Brac's interest is a pleasant randomness. It is surely a very big not-so-hidden point that nobody pays any attention to the fact that Félix and Chérif are black. There are snooty, egocentric young guys in all directions. But they would be there anyway. And is forgiven. Even Alma apologizes to Félix, though he realizes they weren't meant to be together.
The title, a traditional cry of French pirates about to board a boat, is taken from the comedy routine of a young woman being a clown in town for kids dressed as a pirate. She will turn up at the end after Félix, on what he plans is his last night on the trip, has slept outside in the open and Chérif has spent the night with someone different this time. Édouard, not the posh boy anymore, is cleaning latrines to earn money to pay for fixing his mom's car.
À L'Abordage! ("All Hands on Deck"), 95 mins., debuted Feb. 25, 2020 at the Berlinale. Eight other international festival showings including Reykjavik, Odessa, Bordeaux, Busan, Thessaloniki and Goteborg. Screened online at home for this review as part of the Mar. 2021 all virtual UniFrance-FLC Rendez-Vous with French Cinema.
MANDIBLES/MANDIBULES (Quentin Dupieux 2020)
QUENTIN DUPIEUX: MANDIBLES/MANDIBULES (2020)
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DAVID MARSAIS AND GRÉGOIRE LUDWIG IN MANDIBLES
This time a Dupieux film that's actually fun to watch and talk about
Having reviewed three of Dupieux's oddball films, Reality (2014), Keep an Eye Out (2018) and Deerskin (2019), and now watched Mandibles, I have an idea of the cruelty, buffoonery, and ingenuity of this sui generis and determinedly uncommercial French director's œuvre, though since he has ten features, and each film is different from the last, I can't confidently generalize about the whole range of it. One may observe that with Keep an Eye Out his US reviews improved, going from Metacritic 50's (or 20's) to 60's, 62 for that one, 65 for Deerskin. This may reflect a mellowing of the manner, but also quite likely the growth of a more receptive Anglophone audience of critics aware of Dupieux's toung-in-cheek midnight movie cult potential and poised to enjoy it. Mandibles clearly focuses less on the ingenuity and more on the buffoonery. I confess to having fun, and not looking at my watch. And the Metascore has gone up a whole ten points this time.
MAndibles focuses on two lawless losers; it's a buddy picture, and that gets it away from the terrible isolation of Deerskin and its toxically egocentric protagonist whom even the bland Jean Dujardin couldn't make palatable. The tall, unshaven, longhaired Manu (Grégoire Ludig) and his pote Jean-Gab (David Marsais) - note the cozy names - are pals who knuckle-bump constantly to declare their friendship. WTF? If their get-rich schemes fail, who cares? Life is good. And they've got each other. There is also sociability later when a woman thinks Manu is her old friend Fred, and for a while Manu and Jean-Gab are adopted by her weird family and stay in their roomy hoouse.
This is technically a goofy sci-fi film and replacing the MacGuffin of the deerskin jacket last time is a giant fly, yes, a fly the size of a hefty dog, which turns up in the beat-up light yellow Mercedes Manu hot wires. (By the way, Dupieux uses a image processing again that makes the whole thing look like a faded seventies B picture.) Or perhaps this is magic reality. It's not Kafka. Nobody's transformed into this fly. They decide it's a girl, name her Dominique, and adopt her as a captive pet that Jean-Gab pets and prepares to train so they can use her like a drone that can steal stuff and make them rich.
This is a secondary plot that becomes the primary mover of the story. The initial gig is to transfer a briefcase between two shady businessmen. The contents of it, when revealed, may be something of a letdown, though still strange and glitzily criminal in flavor. But the fun is getting there, and when that's done, after much delays, there's still Dominique.
Dominique (spoiler alert!) at one point eats a small dog, while Manu and Jean-Gab are staying at the house, with pool, of the woman who thinks Manu is Fred. Only the family concludes, by odd circumstances, that the dog was eaten by one of their number, the brain-damaged Agnès (Adèle Exarchopoulos of Blue Is the Warmest Color), whose condition causes her to shout when she talks, and be overexcited. The family's decision to have Agnès taken away may seem cruel, but she enjoys being heavily sedated: it makes her voice return to normal and her speech become calm.
The Dupieux cruelty is held in check by the buddyhood and the inemptitude, except early on, when Manu and Jean-Gab steal a man's trailer house and tie him up, and then while trying to cook dinner Manu torches the trailer and they abandon it. Dupieux extracts no menace or cruelty from the giant fly and equally refrains from making her cute. A couple of brief glimpses of things through Dominique's multifaceted eyes is bracingly strange. Indeed one of the criticisms is that Dupieux doesn't make sufficient imaginative use of the fly, but his skill is not of imagination but of working out premises, and this time he has done us the kindness of one that leads to harmless pleasure.
Mandibles/Mandibules,77 mins., debuted at Venice; showed also in Germany's Fantasy Filmfest, Sitges Catalonia, Busan, Thessaloniki, and (virtual) Rotterdam, and is scheduled for US release May 7 2021. Screened online at home for this review as part of the all-virtual Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 12, 2021. Metascore: 75%.
FINAL SET/5ÈME SET (Quentin Reynaud 2020)
QUENTIN REYNAUD: FINAL SET/5ÈME SET (2020)
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ALEX LUTZ IN FINAL SET
Last fling at Roland-Garros
Lutz is a comic who won three Cesar nominations for a mockumentary of a a French pop singer that he directed and starred in in 2018 called Guy. An Inrocks preview said he's "unrecognizable" in this new role in a serious film as a tennis player. But for his skill at transformation there was already his six-year performance as the blonde Catherine in the sketch series "Catherine et Liliane." This drama of a fading tennis player is a chance to do something serous and intense. He trained hard to prepare for it (though he learned shots, not games).
Lutz plays Thomas Edison, and plays his matches for us. He is a pro who at 17 was ranked as a young tennis prodigy but he has never shone. Now he is 37 and ranked 245th. (Lutz bravely plays young, five years older than his character). He gives tennis lessons, plays in obscure tournaments that net him only a few hundred euros more than the airline ticket and the fee. A contemporary has gone to osteopathy school and is happy with his new sports-related profession. Thomas, however, can't think of anything he was ever good of save the sport he's played since he was a small child. He has a shattered and arthritic knee that's been operated on three times; we look at the MRI.
As a last ditch attempt Thomas decides to try to compete in the French Open on the famous clay courts at Roland-Garros. High ranked young players are invited; he must qualify playing against hungry young athletes who will fight ruthlessly to get in. His wife Eve (Ana Girardot of Cédric Klapich's 2019 Deux Moi), once a tennis hopeful herself, and his tireless (increvable) mother Judith (Kristen Scott Thomas) advise him to give up. Thomas obsessively pushes forward.
He wins stage after stage with great effort. Then he arrives at the final one, and is matched with Damien Thosso (Jürgen Briand), the big French "jeune espoir" of the moment - whom he has encountered before only in the form of a cardboard life-sized figure pointing at him in a sporting goods store. Thosso is the mirror image of what he was 18 years before when he was badly beaten in the semi-finals, a trauma he has never really recovered from, though now, in a pubic interview, he denies thinking of the past.
This is both a conventional sports movie and not quite one. To do it credit it avoids easy drama. Everything is low keyed. But we work our way slowly and repetitiously through matches, with titles and scores, towards a big finale. It's inevitable. Tennis is what this is about. It's not, like Hitchcock's Strangers on a Train, a thriller with a tennis match as an element of thriller suspense. Here the match is the center of the action. Thomas' wife, his mother, even his tiny boy are accoutrements aiding or marring his game in this last ditch effort.
As for Lutz, he looks a bit sad and, as Thomas' tennis maven mom tells him, he looks tired, but he also looks athletic and youthfully stylish with his blond locks and man-bun. We know the glamor of sport tennis has. The film without fanfare flashes the cool accoutrements, the silver cups, the rows ad rows of classy sports clothing, the photos (which, however are of Thomas age 17), and when he gets close to the finals, he's given a little scent mark to promote on his shirt, €5,000 a game. (The scene where this is offered is a rare moment of humor.) But the press reminds him of his failed career and his mother's criticisms. The courts transport car is denied to him now, reserved "for the top players." It is with all this behind him and in our mind that Thomas enters that final game against Thosso - whom his former coach has bet on against him.
The crucial match is well done. It's nice to see the last games entirely announced in French for the two French players, with young kids watching excitedly back at the tennis club. This is a very European sports movie after all, rueful, aware of the consequences, pro, balanced, neither starry-eyed and gushy nor facilely pessimistic. Although the final match against Thosso is duly climactic, it's really the whole process that is the focus for us to ponder afterward, not merely the outcome.
Director Reynaud himself, AlloCiné reports, played tennis at a very high level for a long time. He understood the rich meaning of the Rolland-Garros qualifying trials. Many of his friends were very promising. But "tennis is a pitiless sport: many saw their hopes dashed." Though a passionate horseman, Lutz had never played tennis. He trained four hours a day for four months to prepare for this role. It paid off in a solid, thought-provoking film about the mercilessness of the most competitive of sports when played at the highest level.
Final Set/5ème set, 105 mins., debuted Aug. 2020 at Angoulême and showed in Sept. at Zurich. Screened online at home for this review as part of the all virtual Rendez-Vous with French Cinema Mar. 13, 2021. Release in France Aug. 18, 2021. See the preview interview with Reynaud and Lutz in AlloCiné.
SUMMER OF 85/ÉTÉ 85 (François Ozon 2020)
FRANCOIS OZON: SUMMER OF 85/ÉTÉ 85 (2020)
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BENJAMIN VOISIN, FÉLIX LEFEBRE IN SUMMER OF '85
A period gay teen fantasy romance where idyll turns to tragedy
It seems Ozon's latest, a tale of teen gay love that ends tragically, is a movie he would have liked to make when he started; he read the source novel as a teenager. But actors were too inhibited then. Now with Call My By Your Name etc. any young actor is ready to play gay. This is a fantasy of summer romance. Two boys meet where they live on the French Riviera, they have six weeks of happiness, it all goes wrong, one dies, the other gets in serious trouble, but somehow it all smooths over. The pact that whoever lives will dance on the other's grave was observed. But the living boy was hauled into court for desecrating a burial place and thought crazy, and possibly dangerous. The central event is the romantic, sexual fling between the two boys, with the older boy dominating the younger, but then there are all the events and people surrounding this.
Ozon does everything with his usual facility, which is his blessing and his curse. His screenplay adapts the original 1982 Aiden Chambers YA novel pretty faithfully, not only as to the content but also the storytelling method - and the variations in tone from solemn to farcical. The latter have been held against the director by some critics but are not a matter of being arbitrary or unfaithful to the source. Maybe it's all part of the giddy mood swings of adolescence. It's also part of Ozon's love of approaching seriousness with an air of provocation.
In Summer of 85 a scary meet-cute permits an older boy to take charge of the younger and make him his temporary lover. Alexis (Félix Lefebvre) -- who is recalling all this for a social worker via his lycée French teacher (a well disguised Melvil Poupaud) was trying a tricky maneuver in his little sailboat to escape a storm when the boat capsized, and he was rescued by David Gorman (Benjamin Voisin), who brings him home to his nutty, overeager mother (Valeria Bruni Tedeschi). A symphony of blithe inappropriateness, she takes the boy up to the bathroom, strips him, and washes him. She calls him "little rabbit," pets him, and gushes about how happy she is David has found - another - friend. Her husband, David's father, is recently dead and they are running the shop he started to support themselves; it emerges later David has had some unsavory friends. Alex is as sweet and correct as anyone could want.
Soon David, who happens to be Jewish, is taking over Alex, taking him to the movies, in his boat, above all on daredevil rides on his motorbike which he speeds in not knowing he's speeding, in a bubble perpetually chasing a phantom of speed, as he tells it. Alexis also comes to work at the shop with David and his mother. It's summer; his parents don't see much of him.
All this unfolds in flashback, and Alexis, who prefers Alex now, starts by announcing that his lover, David, is dead. The tragedy follows a terrible conflict over an English au pair girl, Kate (Philippine Velge) who's been turning up for a while. David takes her up, and drops Alex. This is a dramatically heightened version of the heartbreak of young love (or lust) that quickly passes but leaves lifelong pain.
François Ozon's new movie may function as a kind of delicately lurid wish fulfillment fantasy for gay men, particularly perhaps ones who were 16 in the mid-eighties, especially since eighties pop music like The Cure, Bananarama, Movie Music, Rod Stewart’s "Sailing" is threaded through the film at all the most opportune moments, and dancing is not only done on David's unmarked Jewish grave, but in a disco with a classic reflecting ball overhead.
The fluent, incredibly prolific Ozon makes movies that are always worth taking a look at. Not all are on a level with Under the Sand, 8 Women, Swimming Pool, and In the House, to name a few obvious bests. Yet if we look at his last three, Franz, Double Lover, and BY the Grace of God, I would not discrcommend any of them. The important and astonishing one is [I]By the Grace of God[/I, a serious and realistic examination of pedophile priests and the aftereffects of their abuse on several very different men. Ozon never did anything so serious, yet he carries this off perfectly. Anglophone critical reactions to Ozon's films seem to be in the "meh" category; some of the nuances may be missed.
But the point is Ozon is interesting when seen as a consistent yet multifaceted auteur, even if most of the time a far from serious one. His œuvre is best when each film is surveyed in the perspective of others, comparing the films to see their interesting interconnections. In a way he has never done anything so flagrantly, joyously, nostalgically gay as Summer of 85. But the interest in sex and love, excessive romance, and dangerous acquaintances runs through the œuvre from first to last. This one goes by a little too quickly. As Benjamin Lee wrote, Summer of 85 "doesn't haunt" as it should, "fades when it should burn." But this sensuous film may very well begin to glow with multiple viewings.
Félix Lefebvre and Benjamin Voisin were both nominated for for Meilleur espoir masculin at the César awards two days ago. Nominated for 12 César Awards including Best Film, Best Director, and Best Adapted Screenplay.
Summer of 85/Eté 85, 90 mins., was part of the Cannes Official Selection May 2020, and debuted at Lyon Jul. 2, 2020, opening theatrically - desired by Ozon to have Hichame Alaouie's beautiful, bright 16mm images seen on the big screen, in France Jul. 14, 2020. Screened at home online for this review as part of the all virtual Rendez-Vous with French Cinema Mar. 14, 2021. AlloCiné press rating 3.9.
See Mark Kermode's admiring Guardian review for more detail.
