Paris, November 1, 2011 (Catholic feast of All Saints),
French film by Maïwenn with Karin Viard, Joeystarr, Marina Foïs, Frédéric Pierrot, Nicolas Duvauchelle, Naidra Ayadi, Maïwenn (2 h 07.)
The deal of the day: don’t deny it, but leave behind the energy of assassinating critics on the emotional simplicity of the scenario, and the inconsistency of the heart stories that are woven into it (that’s the game, that’s the game), and – quite like everyone else – join the long queue.
With “Un ange dans le ciel” and “Check the flow” in our ears, we try to put into words the two hours we’ve just (badly) lived.
It’s as fast-paced as an advanced runner’s race. And while most of the action is mental (which is to be expected when you’re dealing with rape, paedophilia, incest, fantasies and other Alice in Wonderland-style oddities), you mustn’t forget the film’s hyper-physical reality. Anyone who has ever tried to stay on a Power Plate® for a good 30 minutes will have a vague idea of the state of instability in which you leave the film… Tingling in the legs, acute abdominal pain & Co.
Diving into the “Paris-Nord” Brigade de Protection des Mineurs, BPM for those in the know, means plugging your ears to hear the fat tears of the future orphan, but also catching a hearty laugh at the anecdote of the young girl “sucking” to get her stolen cell phone back, because it’s “still a nice cell phone”… Or how to live better with new technologies, it leaves you wondering…
Where the film doesn’t just play on velvet, and wrinkles the score with rougher, graver notes, contrary to the critics who castigate the unanimity won by the staging of police officers defending children against the big bad pedophile perverts, is built around the beginnings of a more powerful groundswell on the painful question of pedophilia between illness and sexual deviance.
To be seen, or seen again…
Elisa Palmer
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