Rendez-Vous with French Cinema 2019

[Chris Knipp]

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Rendez-Vous with French Cinema 2019 (New York, Feb. 28-Mar. 10, 2019

Co-presented by the Film Society of Lincoln Center and UniFrance

GENERAL FILM FORUM THREAD (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4602-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema&p=37335#post37335)

LINKS TO THE REVIEWS:
Amanda (Mikhaël Hers 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37413#post37413)
The Art of Seduction / Mademoiselle de Joncquières (Emmanuel Mouret 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37399#post37399)
Coincoin and the Extra-Humans/Coin Coin et les Z'Inhumains (Bruno Dumont 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37397#post37397)
The Freshmen / Première année (Thomas Lilti, France 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37417#post37417)
Girls of the Sun / Les Filles du soleil (Eva Husson 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37392#post37392)
In Safe Hands / Pupille (Jeanne Henry 2018 ) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37400#post37400)
Invisibles / Les Invisibles (Louis-Julien Petit 2018 ) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37416#post37416)
Keep an Eye Out! / Au poste! (Quentin Dupieux 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37406#post37406)
Maya (Mia Hansen-Løve 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37408#post37408)
Meteorites / Les Méteorites (Romain Laguna 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37409#post37409)
Paul Sanchez Is Back! / Paul Sanchez est revenu! (Patricia Mazuy 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37433#post37433)
Raising Colors / Volontaire (Hélène Fillières 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37393#post37393)
School’s Out / L’Heure de la sortie (Sébastien Marnier 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37418#post37418)
Sink or Swim / Le grand bain (Gilles Lellouche 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37440#post37440)
Sophia Antipolis (Virgil Vernier 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37402#post37402) (Film Comment Presents)
The Summer House / Les Estivants (Valeria Bruni Tedeschi 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37401#post37401)
Time of the Pirates, The/Seuls les pirates (Gaël Lépingle, France, 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37405#post37405)
Trouble with You, The/En liberté! (Pierre Salvadori 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37377#post37377)- Opening Night Film
Truk, The/L'Enkas (Sarah Marx 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37407#post37407)
When Margaux Meets Margaux/La Belle et la belle (Sophie Fillières, France, 2018) (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37394#post37394)
Whatever Happened to My Revolution / Tout ce qu’il me reste de la révolution (Judith Davis 2018)
(http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4608-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2019&p=37398#post37398)

[Chris Knipp]

PIERRE SALVADORI: THE TROUBLE WITH YOU/EN LIBERTÉ! (2018)
OPENING NIGHT FILM

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DAMIEN BONNARD AND ADÈLE HAMEL IN THE TROUBLE WITH YOU

Classic Hollywood comedy, French style

Salvadori's broad cop comedy featuring Adèle Haenel of Love at First Fight/Les combattants - which made it into the Cannes Festival's Directors' Fortnight - centers on a policewoman widow, Yvonne Santi, who discovers her deceased cop husband Jean Santi (Vincent Elbaz) was more of a crook than the paragon she'd imaged and conveyed to her young son. Meanwhile Antoine (Pio Marmaï), the innocent jewelry store clerk - the only one not in on an insurance scam, who has done eight years in jail at Jean's behest, gets out and returns to his faithful wife, Agnès (Aubrey Tautou). Angry and negatively influenced by his incarcerated years (but possessed of a spirit of madcap chaos), Antoine embarks on a spree of crime and mayhem-sowing. Going to him to apologize and make up for the wrong-doing of her husband, Yvonne winds up joining Antoine in his craziness. The question is whether Antoine and Agnès can find common ground again. As for Yvonne, at the center of all this, whe's also being wooed by he longtime admirer on the force, Louis (Damien Bonnard). Everything's getting stirred up.

Salvadori told the Lincoln Center audience he was nervous about showing his movie here, because America is where he has always drawn his inspiration, Ernst Lubitsch being a prime model. On top of this Salvadori is France's premier maker of film comedies today. But will they appreciate him here? it's a fact that French comedies don't play (or translate into subtitles) as well abroad as do their romances, crime stories, or other genres. This was evident in the New York festival audience, which felt like small patches of francophone appreciators having a riotous time with large dead areas of Americans between them.

What does communicate to a wider audience is the skill with which Salvadori and his well-chosen cast weave image and action through the course of a fast-paced series of silly scenes. The bright-colored cinematography of dp Julien Poupard is a delight, obviously bolstered by some terrific set design. Notable among these is the richly adorned S&M parlor that, for some inexplicable reason, we return to repeatedly. The film begins with a violent shootout conducted by Yvonne's late husband, Jean. We soon learn that this is a mere realization of Yvonne's nighttime storytelling to her little son. This will subsequently be retold, and re-realized in action for us, with Jean depicted more realistically.

Next to a ceremony inaugurating a ridiculous statue celebrating Jean, of which according to comments after, only the pistol, brandished up in the air, resembles the man. It's when back at the police station the S&M parlor is raided, one of the the men held tells Yvonne about her husband's participation in the scam to enrich a high-end jewelry store by faking a robbery. And just about then Antoine gets out of prison and goes pretty wild, endangering himself and others. Periodically, Yvonne's bedtime story of her husband's gunfight gets retold for the kid. Everybody winds up happy in the end, somewhat fancifully since Antoine has done a lot of damage, Yvonne may have tarnished her own reputation, and Louis has shown his corrupt side. None of it matters. Comedy is forgiving.

Nominated for nine César Awards including Best Film, Director, Screenplay, and all four acting categories.

The Trouble with You was reviewed at Cannes Directors Fortnight by Jessica Kiang in Variety (https://variety.com/2018/film/reviews/the-trouble-with-you-review-1202814572/) and by David Rooney in Hollywood Reporter (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/review/trouble-with-you-en-liberte-cannes-2018-1112275). Salvadori's In the Courtyard/Dans la court (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?3913-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-at-Lincoln-Center-2015&p=33350#post33350), shown in the 2015 Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, was a comedy overwhelmed by downbeat material. This is a happy one; hence its placement as the Opening Night Film.

The Trouble with You/En liberté!, 108 mins., debuted in Cannes Directors Fortnight 14 May 2019 and opened in France 31 Oct. to rave reviews (AlloCiné press rating 4.3). Several other festivals. Adored by the French, this pleasant and highly accomplished piece of boisterous nonsense probably has very little future in the USA.

[Chris Knipp]

EVA HUSSON: GIRLS OF THE SUN/LES FILLES DU SOLEIL (2018)

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GOLDSHIFTSH CDHNI IN GIRLS OF THE SUN

Girls in danger

The 2019 New York Rendez-Vous with French Cinema's section of female-centric films gets off to an intense start with Eva Husson's Girls of the Sun/Les Filles du soleil. The film focuses on women in a brutal war fighting ISIS, in Iraqi Kurdistan, in a small all-female squadron led by Goldshiteh Farahani, who's acted in movies in French, Farsi, and English before. Farahani, whose dark beauty somewhat resembles the young Joan Baez, is impossible to look away from. But for all its intensity, and the authentic feel of the locations, the movie doesn't feel quite as real or as consequential as it would like to.

The story begins with an intrepid, unshakably risk-taking woman journalist with a patch over one eye that she lost in Homs - a French version of Marie Colvin, whose life was dramatized last year by Matthew Heinemann in A Private War (http://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=4072). Here she is called Mathilde H. and is played b the intrepid actress-filmmaker Emmanuelle Bercot (of My King and Standing Tall). Mathilde H.'s solemn declarations from time to time to Bahar (Farahani's character) about the need to bear witness but not to bear arms add an overwrought sincerity to what is already a film too much aware of its own seriousness.

The woman's power aspect of things is also heavy-handedly underlined by Bahar's insistent strategy, in which she and Mathilde cooperate, speaking in French, which she handily happens to speak (having, she says, studied in Paris). As Bahar, followed closely by Mathilde H., leads her "Girls of the Sun" squad, survivors, all, of a massacre in Corduene and motivated to fight to avenge their own loved ones, she also insists, against her male cohorts, on a bolder strategy to take a hill directly, risking life and limb but speeding things up.

But the story doesn't much differentiate other personalities than those of Bahar and Mathilde, or make clear the larger outlines of the tactical situation of the skirmishes. Eva Husson had good and ambitious intentions, but seems out of her depth here. One could not help remembering as one watched it that her previous and debut feature was Bang Gang, (http://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=3268&view=next) a movie of unadorned sensuality focused on well-off teenagers having a summer orgy of group sex. That was a more distinctive effort. Maybe she is trying too hard here to make up for her initial frivolity.

(See Jay Weissberg's Cannes review for Variety (https://variety.com/2018/film/reviews/girls-of-the-sun-review-1202808537/) on this "pedantically commonplace drama" and for references to better representations of the real-life subject matter of the female fighters in Iraqi Kurdistan.)

Girls of the Sun/Les filles du soleil, 115 mins., debuted at Cannes in Competition and was included in at least nine other festivals including Toronto and London. Released Nov. 21, 2018 in France, it received very poor reviews (AlloCiné press rating 1.9), and its Metascore is 59. In his Hollywood Reporter review (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/review/girls-sun-les-filles-du-soleil-review-1111389), Jordan Mintzer described Husson as adopting "an overtly manipulative, rather cheesy approach to the genre that can play more like fantasy than reality." Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film society of Lincoln Center 2019 Rendez-Vous with French Cinema.

Rendez-Vous showtimes:
Friday, March 1, 1:30pm
Sunday, March 3, 8:30pm (Q&A with Eva Husson)

[Chris Knipp]

HELENE FILLIÈRES: RAISING COLORS/VOLONTAIRE (2018)

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DIANE ROUXEL AND LAMBERT WILSON IN RAISING COLORS

Tough little "meuf"

Raising Colors is a beautifully produced, atmospheric and well cast film, even if it's finally not altogether satisfying. The subject is a highly educated young woman who challenges herself (and provides us with entertainment) by joining the French Navy. Laure (Diane Rouxel) is twenty-two and comes from a liberal Paris family and has a Masters from the Sorbonne in both Russian and English. Lacking other job prospects, and perhaps to be provocative to her family, she takes the offer of a military job. Little Laure thus displeases the big lady in the family in more ways than one, her famous actress mother (Josiane Balasko) - though mom comes around later when Laure has become a green beret.

Raising Colors affords Diane Rouxel the opportunity to shine. She previously played a struggling juvenile delinquent's girlfriend in Emmanuel Bercot's powerful 2015 film Standing Tall/ La Tête haute (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4104-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2016&p=34429#post34429)(Rendez-Vous 2016). But she was understandably a bit overshadowed there by two powerhouse actors, Catherine Deneuve, as the understanding Juge d'Instruction, and the soon-to-be César-winning "Jeune Espoir Masculin" eighteen-year-old prodigy, Rod Paradot, as her boyfriend. Here the story is all about Laure, her adoption of military discipline, her growing dedication to the Navy corps, and her fascination with her superior officer, played by Lambert Wilson of Beauvois' Of Gods and Men (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?2875-New-York-Film-Festival-2010&p=25121#post25121) (NYFF 2010), the Matrix sequels, and many other films.

When Laure goes off to serve as a kind of secretary and information officer to the Director of Studies in the Naval Fusiliers, in a room facing Lambert Wilson, there is an excitement about it that makes one want to watch on. But it seems a bit of a leap. Why is she suddenly in a uniform, without our seeing her getting any military training? Did I miss something? But there are other omissions - not much back story about her, or her severe, upright new boss. They call the latter, Commandant Rivière, "le redoutable," or the formidable one, as she learns from her charming fellow trainee, Enseigne de vaisseau Loïc Dumont (Corentin Fila, the breakout star of Téchiné's recent success, Being Seven, a big boy now, this vibrant actor is ready for his own lead role).

Dumont and Laure become friendly right away and he calls her "meuf," slang for girl, subtitled with a logical neutrality here as "dude." Their uncomplicated ease together is explained soon: he's gay. Later, from the chief training officer Albertini (Claire Denis regular Alex Descas), Laure learns (in an anecdote of excessive frankness from an officer to a trainee) he, Albertini, at least calls Rivière "Le Moine," the Monk.

As a citizen critic on IMDb for this film comments from experience as himself a one-time French naval trainee, "the Ecole Navale in Lanveoc always feels too big for the little humans living in it." We feel that. And it's enhanced by repeated scenes of a parade ground by the water where the colors are raised from high above, dwarfing the figures there even more. Scenes at a parade ground where trainees are forced to drop and do forty pushups are a commonplace of such films as this, but as Boyd van Hoeij points out, (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/review/raising-colors-volontaire-1120766) this film puts its own somewhat dry art house spin on the "G.I. Jane" theme. The scenes here toy with ideas from countless military training films, no doubt including the one with Demi Moore; but toy is the operative word.

The usual story of this kind, for instance - van Hoeij makes the point - would have had Lambert Wilson's part "either been the impossibly demanding boss who is the obstacle that needs to be overcome or the love interest who makes her work impossible." But while Rivière gives off an air of severity, and he and Laure are obviously fascinated with each other, these are just teases. She has a boyfriend, Philippe (Jonathan Couzinie), back home, but may have lost interest in him (as well as in menstruating, which she tries to stop), and she has a sexual interlude with a random young colleague (Igor Kovalsky). But the writing doesn't develop Laure's sexual interests.

Laure does very little actual work at her secretarial job, before she suddenly and inexplicably enters combat training, taking time off from her secretarial duties - which weren't very heavy anyway: there is much more fussing over what uniform she will wear and how she will address her boss and salute him. The filmmakers seem to forget at times that military life is not all about style. Laure does a report, and then Rivière has her translate it into English (later, her Russian is much more severely tested). The real challenge comes when, like her pal Enseigne Dumont, Laure develops a desire to train for the commandos.

The IMDb critic-French naval training vet also commented he "thought a bit less of the commando training part that was a far cry from the very tough reality of it." He points out that "whatever your position is in the navy you will always spend a bit of time on the ships," but in this film that, which"could have added another dimension," "is not the case." No boats in this naval training.

Rivière refuses to allow Laure (actually known in the corps as "La Missy") to enter this training, but she manages to bypass him. There are some tough moments in the training, when she crawls on a rope over a pond and falls, climbing up a heavy rope, and jumping up and over a high barrier. Later an exercise with weapons and a Russian seems expressly invented to challenge her. She seems to have a great deal of difficulty but, the point is, she never gives up. And when her fascinating boss Rivière is no longer a factor, she moves on toward self-realization, with a feminist slant, because girls ("les meufs") aren't usually green berets.

What Fillières succeeds best in conveying in this film aren't the military details at all, but, aided by Rouxel with her limpid, vibrant purity and determination, is her character's fascination with the military life and her temporary idol, "le redoutable" AKA "le Moine," Commandant Rivière. And her purity of dedication. Not only can her commandant be called "The Monk." She seems a bit of a secular nun herself.

Raising Colors/Volontaire, 101 mins., opened in French theaters Jun. 2018; the AlloCiné press rating of 2.7 shows critics were not too impressed in general, though some were positive and many were impressed by the two leads. An IMDb User compared it favorably with [I]G.I. Jane. Screened for this review as part of the 2019 UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, 28 Feb. - 10 Mar. 2019.

Rendez-Vous showtimes:
Friday, March 1, 4:00pm
Sunday, March 3, 5:45pm (Q&A with Hélène Fillières)

[Chris Knipp]

SOPHIE FILLIÈRES: WHEN MARGAUX MEETS MARGAUX/LA BELLE ET LA BELLE (2018)

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SANDRINE KIBERLAIN AND AGATHE BONITZER IN WHEN MARGAUX MEETS MARGAUX

A philosophical fantasy in which a middle-aged woman encounters her earlier self in real life

I was underwhelmed by the director's previous film, If You Don't, I Will/Arrête ou je continue, (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?3681-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-at-Lincoln-Center-2014&p=31806#post31806) even though it starred Matthieu Amaric and Emannuelle Devos. But this one charms and captures with its teasing "high concept": the forty-five-year-old Margaux (Sandrine Kiberlain) discovers she is coexisting in time and space with another Margaux (Agathe Bonitzer, daughter of the directer with fellow-director Pascal Bonitzer),who's herself twenty years younger. The older Margaux can foresee what the younger one will do, because she has been there before. But not exactly. The film succeeds and pleased partly because it does not follow out its concept too strictly, and treats its fantasy, if it is that, as one involving real people.

The story blends Thirties rom-com with sci-fi surrealism, casually interwoven in the manner of a sophisticated French sex comedy.

In between the two Margaux to complicate matters and add a gentle element of the unexpected is Marc. He was once older Margaux's lover, and now starts up - maybe - with younger Margaux - only he runs into the older Margaux and he's flirting with both of them. Marc is played by the sublimely assured and sexy Melvil Poupaud, who has been in many, many films most Americans haven't seen, but by the time he starred in one they have seen, Éric Rohmer's A Summer's Tale, in 1996, at twenty-three, had already been in twenty-two movies. Now, wouldn't you know it, he's forty-five! So just the right age for Kiberlain's Margaux, but suave and smooth and youthful enough to make love to (or, she would say, have sex with) Bonitizer's younger version without seeming like a sex offender.

But then Margaux one and two go skiing together, without Marc, who pleads sore muscles. The younger Margaux has a fall and hits her head, and everything changes. We realize the film has a humble and uplifting message. The meeting of the two Margaux has been some serious play, but the more serious play is just beginning, just as the film ends.


When Margaux Meets Margaux/La Belle et la belle, 97 mins., debuted in France 14 Mar. 2018. It also showed in BiFan - Bucheon International Fantastic Film Festival (Korea). Good reviews in France as indicated by a 3.5 AlloCiné press rating (user rating 4.0); Arrête ou je continue got 3.3. from the press.). Jean-Baptiste Morain, the Inrocks reviewer, said it was "perfectly balanced," and Fillières' best of her six films so far. Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019.

The third of Fillières' films that I've seen was her 2005 Gentille, (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?1693-Rendez-vous-With-French-Cinema-06) at my first Rendez-Vous (Mar. 2006), which I called "amiably ditsy."

Friday, March 1, 6:15pm (Q&A with Sophie Fillières and Agathe Bonitzer)
Wednesday, March 6, 8:45pm
New York Premiere

[Chris Knipp]

BRUNO DUMONT: COINCOIN AND THE EXTRA-HUMANS/COINCOIN ET LES Z'INHUMAINS (2018)

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LUCY CARON AND ALANE DELHAYE IN COINCOIN AND THE EXTRA-HUMANS

More life in the northeast from Bruno Dumont

I call your attention to what I wrote about (http://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=2932) the first 2014 Bruno Dumont miniseries, Lil (or "P'tit") Quinquin (the spelling of his name has been changed to "Coincoin"). Many of the main characters return here, notably the local representatives of the Gendarmerie, Lt. Carpentier (Philippe Jore) and his boss, Cpt. Van der Weyden (Bernard Pruvost), with their peculiarities, particularly Provost's Tourette--like twitches and Jore's far-apart front teeth, and of course Alane Delhaye, who now must be sixteen or so, still with the smashed nose and twisted mouth and hearing aid and basilisk glare, but he's less feisty, calmer, and doesn't throw firecrackers at old people anymore. He still has a high-pitched boyish voice. His girlfriend from before, Eve Terrier (Lucy Caron) now has a mannish girlfriend, Corinne (Priscilla Benoist) who operates a big agricultural machine that opens up like a giant insect. Coincoin gets involved with a new girl called Jenny (Alexia Depret), but she toys with him. It's complicated with girls, he says. He still has a moment or two with Eve, who may long for her innocent time with Li'l Quinquin. This series is just as annoying and repetitious, as well done, and as curiously endearing as the first one.

Now other things are going on: principally, muck falling from the heavens, constituting a kind of alien invasion; a unit of a right-wing party that Coincoin and his sidekick Fatso (L'gros, Julien Bodard) do illicit publicity for in town; and, hovering around the outskirts, African refugees. The extraterrestrial effluvia is thick and oily. Cpt. Van der Weyden calls in forensics to analyze it, and they find it's not only alien but alive. It has a tendency to fall down on Van der Weyden's and Carpentier's and some other people's heads at inopportune moments. And then sometimes it sends a flash of light out over people and knocks them down, whereupon they swell up and give birth to a clone of themselves. At first it just seems some of the locals have spawned identical twins. Van der Weyden insists on calling them "clowns," which is not far from the mark. The aliens are invading by clones, and later seem to be getting into the cemetery to bring out the dead. First to return as a zombie is the girl singer of the previous series, who has died in a fire.

But the alien invasion is mainly an opportunity for comedy. First there is the muck falling on people, which has the slapstick effect of a mudpie in the face. The clone/clown hilarity peaks when Van der Weyden has been doubled, and Carpentier doesn't know which identical twin is his real boss. An occasion for a nice horror movie effect comes when the inhabitants of the local trailer park all come out and stand around staring, turned into static zombies dressed in bright colored clothes.

Much fun is had with vehicles. I have mentioned the giant grasping agricultural vehicle operated by Corinne, Eve's girlfriend. L'gros has a motorcycle, and Coincoin has a hot little open car. They have fun evading the Gendarmerie, which in principle they must because they're driving without a license. But the cops are no great exemplars of highway safety or the rules of the road. Carpentier has his way of making his Citroën police vehicle tilt and run on the wheels of only one side, and then drop back down on four wheels - when it doesn't flip over. Dumont seems never to tire of these very dangerous stunts. Van der Weyden utters more than once the French equivalent of "enough already!" and we may be ready to say so with him.

All this is awesome because it's so original, so sui generis, and so skillfully done. Dumont's way with non-actors remains matchless. He can shoot Van der Weyden and Carpentier twitching and nodding at each other many beats longer than normal and it still has a surreal magic, and seems perfectly planned out even if it isn't.

What about the refugees and the right wing? These are important elements that are only touched on, but seem alive, a real part of the real region of France that Dumont's films have always focused on. If they were taken more seriously, this would be a different kind of film. It's surreal comedy about real people and places. At the US Premiere, there was no Q&A, but there was much laughter throughout the three hours-plus run-time, and warm spontaneous applause at the end.

Coincoin and the Extra-Humans/Coin Coin et les Z'Inhumains, 200 mins., is a sequel to Dumont's earlier L'il Quinquin mini-series. This time there was a 52-minute feature version that got an AlloCiné press rating of 2.9; but its user rating is 3.5. Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019.

Rendez-Vous showtime:
Sunday, March 3, 1:00pm
U.S. Premiere

[Chris Knipp]

JUDITH DAVIS: WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MY REVOLUTION/TOUT CE QU'IL ME RESTE DE LA RÉVOLUTION

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JUDITH DAVIS IN WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MY REVOLUTION

Old radicalism meets new, with an improvisatory fieel

Judith Davis sent an iPhone film to the Rendez-Vous with French Cinema. She meant to attend but her purse was stolen, in it her passport, the day before departure, so she could not go. This somehow fits the improvisational and sudden feel of her energetic film about revolutionary and socialist impulses then and now, Sixties radicals grown old and their obstreperous offspring. Davis spoke in her video of working with her own little collective, whose performances reflect group decisions.

In the film, the protagonist, Angèle (Davis) is an idealistic urban planner confused about where her once radical parents, long separated, now stand, since they have made compromises to maintain a comfortable lifestyle. Not only that, but today's Paris is a world where the spirit of 1968 seems long forgotten.

The movie is a blend, pretty successful because of the fresh energy of the action, between the story of Angèle's reunion with her long estranged mother Diane Sorel (Mireille Perrier, J’entends plus la guitare) and a love-and-like story of relations with an oddball group of kindred spirits and a new potential boyfriend, Saïd (Malik Zidi).

This involves the work of the collective group of improvisational actors of which Davis is a proud member, so there are, shall we say, "actorly" moments throughout, but this contributes to the lively energy of what is a film on the cusp of a certain French bourgeois experience: old radicalism meets new.

The turn comes when Angele suddenly learns from her father that her mother didn't ever mean to be as estranged as she has been but really had wanted the children to come and live in the country with her, years ago. The reunion strengthens Angèle's convictions, but also her family ties. Meanwhile, out in the country a wild performance by a commercial-aligned individual that feels like an extreme episode of Donald Trump's "The Apprentice" leads to a sudden burnout and a new member of Angèle's troup of people gathered to find themselves.

If we realize that these are all performances, and the result a kind of Brechtian Alienation Effect, we can enjoy a very lively film that, despite its eccentricity and political high seriousness, is also at heart, as the happy ending shows, a love story.

Whatever Happened to My Revolution/Ce qu'il me reste de ma révolution, 88 mins., debuted in five French festivals starting with d'Angoulême 22 Aug. 2018. French theatrical release 3 Feb. 2019, with good reviews (AlloCiné press 3.6); Ouest France called it "Drôle et juste." Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019.

Saturday, March 2, 3:30pm (Q&A with Judith Davis)
Monday, March 4, 1:30pm

[Chris Knipp]

EMMANUEL MOURET: THE ART OF SEDUCTION/MADEMOISELLE DE JONCQUIÈRES (2018)

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An elegant 18th-century moralistic tale whose motivations remain a bit vague

Emmanuel Mouret's Mademoiselle de Joncquières is a decided contrast to the director's delicate and playful Shall We Kiss? (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?2211-Rendez-vous-With-French-Cinema-2008&p=19434#post19434) which I reviewed eleven years ago. It's like a pared-down version of Les Liaisons Dangereuses (but based on in a story in Denis Diderot's Jacques the Fatalist instead of Choderlos de Laclos renowned and complex epistolary novel) and stars Édouard Baer and Cécile de France as an 18th-century rake and the sophisticate, burned when he drops her, who takes revenge by bating him with a beautiful virgin who really isn't. It's a beautiful film with some good lines but I feel the casting is off. De France is trying hard to be beautiful but not hard enough to be mean. Baer is an appealing actor but that's the problem, not enough edge. Forget this and watch either Vadim's 1959 Dangerous Liaisons or Frears' 1988 English-language one, one of my favorite films of the Eighties. Watched at UGC Danton 24 October 2018. AlloCiné press rating 3.9, showing that the French critics were generally quite favorable.

Rewatched as part of the Rendez-Vous with French Cinema at Lincoln Center 2019. The audience was large and the reaction positive. The film is pleasing - and efficient: Mouret wastes no time in delivering the succession of scenes and dialogue. However the impression remains strong that the main characters are too pleasing and bland, the action too predictable. It's hard to see complexity or meanness in either of them. And hence the motivations feel more theoretical than visceral. it is all a - very beautiful and graceful - going through the motions. But the film is finely made, the mise-en-scène handsome from first to last. And the mimicry of elaborately polite 18th-century French conversation is patient and consistent, both in the writing and in the actors' attempted delivery. And yet, the appreciation of all these elements cannot lessen, but only increase, one's sense that something essential is missing that would give this real logic and bite appropriate to the period so attractively recreated in the settings and costumes.

The Art of Seduction/Mademoiselle de Joncquières, 110 mins., debuted at Toronto, then Busan and Gothenberg, last fall and early 2019. Initially watched in Paris Oct. 2018. Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019.

Rendez-Vous Showtimes:
Friday, March 1, 9:00pm (Q&A with Emmanuel Mouret and Edouard Baer)
Monday, March 4, 4:00pm

[Chris Knipp]

JEANNE HENRY: IN SAFE HANDS/PUPILLE (2018)

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ÉLODIE BOUCHEZ AND "THÉO" IN IN SAFE HANDS

France's anonymous adoption system for newborns dramatized

Jeanne Herry's second feature In Safe Hands/Pupille, about France's anonymous adoption system for newborns, is one of several offerings in the 2019 New York Rendez-Vous with French Cinema series that relate to what can broadly be considered state social issues, along with Thomas Lilti's The Freshman/première année critiquing the state's ruthless system filtering out entrants into medical school and Invisibles, about a daytime shelter for homeless women. The French take their social services seriously and are particularly proud of their anonymous adoption system (called "l'accouchement sous X"). In Safe Hands is well researched, warmly acted, and intricately edited to interweave many strands, including mother, baby, nurses, doctors, social worker, foster parent, adoptive parents, and so on.

The caring comes through in the warmth of the performances, which most notably include the popular and often funny Sandrine Kiberlain as one of the caseworkers, GilleS Lellouche as the chosen foster parent for the three months awaiting adoption, and Élodie Bouchez, with that big smile of hers, as the now single adopting parent who has steadfastly waited out a nine year process.

It's hard to praise the construction of this movie too much. It tells its basic story well, and it provides backstories, or at least little details of the lives of each of its main characters. Jordan Mintzer isn't wrong in his Hollywood Reporter review (saccharine), though, that the "thing" of Kiberlain's and Lellouche's characters is overdone, that there are a number of saccharine moments, and that the frequent closeups of the baby could fill a number of Huggies commercials. The dp Sofian El Fani did well nonetheless to show us people's emotions and give us closeups of the baby's changing emotional states, which are remarkable. (Who is this baby, one would like to know?) But the dp needn't have provided quite so many in-our-faces shaky-cam closeups of other objects.

First impression is the birth, then the careful social worker who explains things and takes note of the mother's wishes. She is a 21-year-old university student who became aware she was pregnant too late to do anything about it. But later, when "Théo" gives evidence to the temporary foster parent, Jean (Gilles Lellouche) that he may be shut down or limp, that there could be some problem, the receiving social worker is reluctant at fist to break the secrecy of her relation with the mother by revealing further information hat might be of urgent use.

Through several steps back in time the film shows us how Alice survived a long period of waiting, and then a postponement when she broke up with her partner and was automatically made to wait further to settle into single status (though the state had just okayed single-parent adoptions, allowing Alice a second chance eventually).

Key also are some bureaucratic sessions when various parties heatedly debate which adoption candidates or candidate will get to be the adoptive parent of Théo. Fur flies and foul words are used. But the sense is that there is passionate caring here, and that the system is working.

Much of this film could just be a TV special, except it's not, because the French are clearly willing to lavish some of their best talent on such material, and did so here. Pupille got seven César awards. Incidentally, the César Best Film winner was another picture about a social issue, an agonizing critique of a lax aspect of the French court "Juge d'Instruction" system in divorce custody situations seen in the RendezVous with French Cinema of 2018, Xavier Legrand's Custody. (http://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=3849)

In Safe Hands/Pupille, 109 mins., debuted at Angoulême, showing in six Francophone fests in late 2018. It opened in French, Swiss, and Belgian theaters 5 Dec. 2018 and got high marks from French Critics: AlloCine press rating 4.3. Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019.

Monday, March 4, 6:15pm (Q&A with Élodie Bouchez)

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[Chris Knipp]

VALERIA BRUNI TEDESCHI: THE SUMMER HOUSE/LES ESTIVANTS (2018)

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RICARDO SCAMARCIO, VALERIA BRUNI TEDESCHI IN THE SUMMER HOUSE

A Valeria Bruni Tedeschi family drama à la Chekhov, by Fellini

The Summer House/Les Estivants, the prolific actress Valeria Bruni Tedeschi's fourth feature, is perhaps her most complex and one of her best. And though she is constantly seen on stage and screen in French and Italian, in which she is equally fluent, and has 90 screen acting credits, she obviously cares very much about her relatively small number of directorial efforts, because they are so autobiographical, speaking much about her complicated Franco-Italian industrial family and usually incorporating family members into the cast.

Note that Bruni Tedeschi recently directed for television a version of Chekhov's Three Sisters (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4104-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2016&p=34422#post34422) (R-V 2016). The Summer House, an elaborate, full-dress, impressively cast and acted family gathering at the family summer place of a wealthy industrialist, with a sister Elena (Valeria Golino), mother Louisa (Marisa Borini), and adopted daughter on hand, has all the trappings of Chekhov and then some. These notably include Elena's older husband, the wealthy industrialist and lord of the manner who has fired thousands of employees (Pierre Arditi) This is like Chekhov by Bruni Tedeschi with staging by Fellini. And this is also self-reflective, because Anna, Bruni Tedeschi's character, is here working on a film - though in a comical preliminary scene including Frederick Wiseman as a board member it doesn't seem to have gotten the funding it sought - with her cowriter Nathalie (B.T.'s actual cosripter Noémie Lvovsky).

All members of Anna's complicated family seem to be on hand, including the director's own mother as her character's mother again, two actors competing apparently to play Anna's brother who died of AIDS (as did B.T.'s actual brother Virginio), and her brother's ghost (Stefano Cassetti) haunting the grounds. The film juggles a lot of subplots, including intense ones "downstairs," among the estate's household of staff, which include Yolande Moreau and François Négret. Also on hand is B.T.'s adopted African daughter Oumy Bruni Garrel, two members of the Comédie Française, Laurent Stocker and Bruno Raffaelli, and Italian heartthrob Riccardo Scamarcio as Luca, Anna's love, who is drifting away from her, standing in for her ex-husband Louis Garrel.

Late in the game there comes some nice diegetic music as a large older gentleman called Bruno (Bruno Raffaelli) sings German opera and lieder, with Louisa accompanying him on the piano.

The only taint on this enjoyable romp is how old-fashioned and derivative it is - in many respects. Bruni Tedeschi's own creation of Anna, a creative madwoman, driven crazy by by Luca's abandonment, is original with her. And as Luca, Scamarcio is both very physical and real, fleshy, dark and handsome with his flashing pale blue eyes, kissing her, smoking, and yet perhaps also imaginary some, or even all, of the time. All this is certainly sui generis. It's just the whole idea of the wealthy family summerhouse gathering of moody isolated planets that comes from the Russians, and the whole social setting of inherited wealth, with servants, an old house, is very vieux jeu - not to mention the fact that Burni Tedeschi has done this kind of thing herself, speaking about her own and her family's life, before.

But this familiarity does not keep The Summer House from entertaining, if you sit back and ride with the full extent of its meandering, anecdotal unfolding - though Jessica Kiang clearly did not, since in her Variety review (https://variety.com/2018/film/reviews/the-summer-house-review-1202931752/) she called this film "aggravatingly insular." (See however Boyd van Hoeij's more appreciative and more detailed review for Hollywood Reporter (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/review/summer-house-les-estivants-review-1139909).)

The Summer House/Les Estivants, 122 mins., debuted at Venice (Out of Competition) Sept. 2018 and was shown in at least five other festivals, including Mumbai. French theatrical release began 30 Jan. 2019 (AlloCiné press rating 3.1). Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-FSLC Rendez-Vous with French Cinema at Lincoln Center, Mar. 2019. U.S. Premiere.
Rendez-Vous showtimes:
Tuesday, March 5, 1:30pm
Friday, March 8, 6:00pm

[Chris Knipp]

VERGIL VERNIER: SOPHIA ANTIPOLIS (2018)

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Improvisational anomie

About Vergil Vernier's debut featureMercuriales I was harsh: "Virgil Vernier works with interesting documentary elements and exceptional access to intimate situations to put together a sketchy fiction that ultimately does not cohere," I wrote in my 2015 New Directors/New Films series review (http://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=3010&sid=314b69417e32c5f7435e93bcf9ef2776). Vernier's sophomore film, Sophia Antipolis, presented within the March 2019 Rendez-Vous with French Cinema schedule and introduced as a Film Comment selects film by that FSLC publication's editor, is a chance for a reassessment. And it shows Vernier still intent in his use of non actors and evocation of urban anomie. He still deserves to be considered promising. Vernier has widened his scope and strengthened his thrust, which is to use his vignettes collectively to scare us, suggesting a world with hints of the occult and the apocalyptic around its edges.

But from the first Vernier is up to his previously demonstrated fascination with young women. Of Mercuriales I wrote, " Vernier's male fascination with nubile female bodies, even a young girl's, verges on the voyeuristic and exploitative." Sophia Antipolis starts right off with young women stripping to show their breasts, pleading with an unseen cosmetic surgeon to operate quickly enlarge their already perfectly nice looking poitrines. One of these girls, named Sophia after the town, is only sixteen, and has faked her ID to appear eighteen and therefore have the right to decide on such surgery without parental consent. This is putatively the girl who will stop turning up for her best girlfriend at school and start hanging out with rough crowd, then become a little too wild even for them, then turn up as a charred body.

This time Vernier's film is dominated by the haunting mystery of a girl's charred body found in a building in the eponymous Sophia Antipolis, a garish, giant urban mall that's become a kind of Silicon Valley outpost in the middle of the French Riviera. Such a setting, familiar to the filmmaker from an early age and meant by him to represent a place more ideal or nightmarish than real, well suits his taste for alienation.

Around the image of the charred body other vignettes hover with an uneasy blandness. There is a Vietnamese woman whose older French husband has died, and who's tempted at her door, Seventh Day Adventist-style, into attending the meeting of a "spiritual" group. Vernier likes to use real-life stuff: here, the group leader - its members insist it's not a cult - demonstrates the existence in the world of inexplicable mysteries by transforming a hypnotized man's body into a rigid board you can sit on, stretched between two chairs.

Things relax temporarily as two of the women at the meeting have a nice day together, going on a walk, having ice cream, and admiring the sea. Then we join two black men with Arabic names. One is a newcomer in the area, who served four years as a sailor. He now follows around the other, a tall, goateed devotee of Spirulina, and is apparently induced by him to join a vigilante group and attend a training session in Israeli Krav Maga fighting methods that look pretty violent. This group brings to mind the right wing militants the smartest student secretly trains with in Laurent Cantet's The Workshop (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4456-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-2018&p=36572#post36572) (Rendez-Vous 2018), which, however, seemed more fully realized. (A Film Comment article refers to the vigilantes as "a right-wing paramilitary outfit.") Whatever they are, when they kidnap a man they suspect of pedophilia, the newcomer has second thoughts and flees on foot from the scene. Maybe this all coheres better this time, and the Super16 cinematography remains to intensify the bright colors in the Riviera sunlight. But for me, it still didn't quite add up.

Sophia Antipolis, 98 mins., debuted at Locarno, where it was nominated for a Golden Leopard; presented also in three other festivals, including Rotterdam. French theatrical release 31 Oct. 2018. Only 13 reviews listed on AlloCiné but favorable, with 3.7 press rating. Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019.

Rendez-Vous sowtimes
Tuesday, March 5, 4:00pm
Sunday, March 10, 5:30pm

[Chris Knipp]

GAËL LEPINGLE: THE TIME OF PIRATES/SEULS LES PIRATES (2018)

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DELPHINE CHUILLOT AND LUDOVIC DOUARE IN THE TIME OF PIRATES

A fight against relocation

This little film, hovering on the brink between documentary and fiction, centers around a group of people who are getting evicted from their housing, particularly a theatrical man who (or so he says) has lost his voice due to cancer, and at first speaks only in whispers, Géro (Ludovic Douare). He takes in his girlish but confident 18-year-old nephew Léo (Renan Prévot) as a temporary all-round theatrical apprentice for the summer.

With Géro we enter a spunky marginal French world on the edge of social networks and urban planning in a suburban world of the Loire Valley. Géro is a stubborn, angry person, who was in a brutal reformatory kind of school when young, which may have marked him for life. Géro refuses to cooperate with relocation services and therefore risks winding up on the street. We never see Géro evicted; his long-gestating play eventually gets put on. The film is divided up into sections: 1. Les bonnes volontés (Good Wills), 2. Toute voiles dehors (Headsails and Courses), 3. Ne pas mourir (Not to die); what these mean is anybody's guess.

There are some men Léo meets at Géro's who're involved in a devious business, which may involve human trafficking. For some reason Léo winds up with one of these men in flight for several days. There are also women who work at an agency, one of whom leaves, and one of the women may be the former companion of Géro.

While the various segments of The Time of Pirates are momentarily interesting in themselves and characters are well realized, they never cohered, for me, into a story that makes emotional or artistic sense. The film seems as marginal as its subject matter. Compare the similarly marginal material of Pierre Schoeller's moving 2008 Versailles (http://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=1244) (R-V 2009), which worked because of a compelling storyline and remarkable performances by Guillaume Depardieu and a seven-year-old boy named Max Baissette de Malglaive.

A collection of clippings about the film (http://centsoleils.org/WordPress/tag/seuls-les-pirates/) helps explain what Seuls les pirates is seeking to do and its reception in France.

The Time of the Pirates/Seuls les pirates, 89 mins., debuted July 2018 at FID Marseille, where it won the Grand Prix, and showed in Nov. at Belfort Entrevues. Listed on IMDb but not on AlloCiné. Screened for this review as part of Rendez-Vous with French Cinema at Lincoln Center, Mar. 2019.

Rendez-Vous showtimes:
Tuesday, March 5, 6:15pm
Wednesday, March 6, 2:00pm

[Chris Knipp]

QUENTIN DUPIEUX: KEEP AN EYE OUT!/AU POSTE! (2018)

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GRÉGIRE LUDVIG, BENOÎT POELVOORDE IN AU POSTE!

Droll interrogation

A few years ago I reviewed Dupieux's film Reality (http://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=2987), which featured a prolonged and frantic search for an Oscar-winning groan. (It was for a proposed horror film.) Au poste (the French title is more succinct, but the English one is a playful pun), so neatly constructed it runs only 73 minutes, is a standard Eighties-style police procedural focused on a relentless, drawn-out interrogation. Well, not really, but that's the format within which it ostensibly works. It's all in the whimsical drollery - with a touch of the macabre that's sometimes scholboyish. The concentrated focus on a shaggy whodunit makes this more uncomplicated enjoyment than the earlier film. And yet it is a self-reflective piece that has links with the French Nouveau Roman as well as with Claude Miller's 1981 Garde à vue (which featured Romy Schneider, Michel Serrault, Lino Ventura and Guy Marchand.) Dupieux makes do with lesser luminaries, but he is well served by the confident lead performance of Benoît Poelvoorde as the high ranking policeman in the room, Le commissaire Buron.

The man Buron is interrogating is called Fugain, Louis Fugain (Grégoire Ludvig). Fugain is the prime suspect in a murder case because he was found with the corpse of a man lying in a pool of blood. He insists he only found the man when returning to his apartment building late at night. Something untoward happens to an underling, Philippe (Marc Fraize) while the Commissaire is out of the room. Is Fugain perhaps accident-prone, or rather prone to induce accidents in others, like the creepy protagonist of Kiyoshi Kurosawa's Cure? Yet Fugain is a polite, well-spoken individual, the picture of seeming innocence.

What is it with that other Philippe's eye, or rather, the blur he has in the place of one of them? Oh, he's just always been line that, he says. It is that first detail that informs us this story not only plays with the interrogation theme, but has surreal, or bizarre elements, like, also, the way Buron's son casually recounts a suicide attempt while offering him a hot dog. Another odd, avantgardist aspect is the flashbacks in which a character meets up with someone in the present time. That could be thought-provoking in narrative terms, but merely odd elements are a guy smoking cigarettes with a hole in his chest, and one eating an entire oyster, with the shell, crunching down. Such self-indulgent whimsy is for pure fans of the absurd.

The commissioner's interrogation is "excruciating" only in the sense that he lets it drag on and on. He not only enjoys it for its own sake, but uses it as the opportunity to hold forth on little points about which he has very particular opinions. In this, Dupieux is celebrating and mocking the detective in films and stories who is obsessed with detail and pompous about his ideas, like Hercule Poirot. Unlike Inspector Antoine Gallien (Lino Ventura in Garde à vue), whose relentless interrogation is aimed at ferreting out the truth, Commissaire Buron simply enjoys the process, and his own whimsies. So we might say Commissaire Buron is a stand-in for the filmmaker, Quentin Dupieux. Like Dupieux, who operates on multiple levels, Buron gives the impression of being both benign and dangerous.

Fugain insists on his innocence, which he thinks so obvious he is in a hurry to be sent home. And, since it's only routine, he thinks, if there must be a delay for the Commissaire to do something else,why can't he go home and come back to finish it tomorrow? Oh, no, replies Buron, "This is not an interrogation à la carte."

Indeed not. And there is a different surprise awaiting us, and then Fugain, at the film's end.

TRAILER] (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSCmXwgHYrY) (This movie can be watched online, Amazon or Vudu).

Keep an Eye Out!/Au poste!, 73 mins., debuted Sept. 2018 at Berlin Fantasy Filmfest; four other festivals are listed on Imdb. It released theatrically in France July 4, 2018, and got very good reviews (AlloCiné press rating 3.9, i.e., 78%). Screened for this review at the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center New York Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019.

Rendez-Vous with French Cinema showtimes:
Tuesday, March 5, 8:15pm
Sunday, March 10, 7:45pm
New York Premiere

[Chris Knipp]

SARAH MARX: THE TRUK/L'ENKAS (2018)

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SANDOR FUNTEK IN THE TRUK/L'ENKAS

A tough life on the outside

Staying in prison would have been preferable for Ulysse (Sandor Funtek of Blue Is the Warmest Color), the young early-released ex-con who finds life on the outside a lot harder, right away. Funtek gives a muscular, intense performance but the rapid, staccato talk and short scenes give him little room to breathe as an actor. The screenplay develops situations but not characters or emotions. Wendy Ide's summary for this film in her Venice review for Screen Daily (https://www.screendaily.com/reviews/lenkas-venice-review/5131971.article) holds: "It’s a confident, stripped down debut which delivers its stark message with economy, but lacks a distinctive flair."

The lack of "a distinctive flair" is the problem. Marx never transcends her grim, somewhat monotonous material. Unlike (though admittedly it's unfair to compare with a master) Jacques Audiard's prison drama A Prophet, whose young inmate traverses an astounding arc, poor Ulysse feels like the rat in this film that runs around in a garage and then gets electrocuted. A Prophet with its growing epic scale, is the sky above; The Truk is the mud below. The Dardennes may be the real model. Marx has the nitty gritty intensity. She needs more time and more context to reach their level.

Ulysse gets out with the arrangement that he will care for his severely depressed mother (Sandrine Bonnaire). We see prison functionaries discuss this idea. One thinks he will relapse, another that this task will motivate him and give him responsibility. Before he even gets out Ulysse arranges to share in a petty drug scam because "everybody does it" and he needs to, to supplement minimum wage. He needs more than that. He owes his exhausted ex-girlfriend Léna (Virginie Acariès) money for caring for his mom while he was in jail. It also turns out there are additional costs to Ulysse for health care that the social services don't cover.

His plan with pal David (Alexis Manenti) is to hire a food truck to sell burgers and ketamine-spiked beer at electro music raves. They make up a name for their business, "l'Enkas," word play (as explained by Boyd van Hoeij in his Hollywood Reporter review (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/review/truk-lenkas-review-1138206)) combining "en cas," snack, with a K, for ketamine. To raise the money for this requires risks. As more people get involved in the event the business situation becomes more aggressive and hostile and David and Ulysse's chance of making any money diminishes. Ulysse's project with David makes them essentially part of a drug ring.

To do this no-nonsense minimalist film credit, it keeps us tightly wound up in its network of bad deals and bad luck. Handheld camerawork by dp Yoan Cart and restrained music (except for the tellingly grating techno during the rave sequence) by Laurent Sauvagnac and Lucian M’Baidem nicely fit the material. His role and performance fit the charismatic and sexy Fundek as neatly as his trim down jacket. This can be a good calling card for him and his director.

The Truk/L'Enkas, 83 mins., debuted in the Venice "Orizzonti" section Aug. 2018; listed in four other festivals. It is listed as " Prochainement" on AlloCiné (Feb. 2019). Screened for this review as part of the 2019 New York Rendez-Vous with French Cinema.
Rendez-Vous showtimes:
Wednesday, March 6, 4:00pm
Sunday, March 10, 1:30pm

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SANDOR FUNTEK UB THE TRUK

[Chris Knipp]

MIA HANSEN-LØVE: MAYA (2018)

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AARSHEE BANERJEE AND ROMAN KOLINKA IN MAYA

A war correspondent, an ex-hostage released from Syria, spends time adrift in India

Shown in its New York premiere as one of the most anticipated films of the Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mia Hansen-Løve's sixth film, Maya, like the others, focuses on a person dealing - or not - with a big change that takes a deep emotional and intellectual toll. Her films have frequently had a distinctive before-and-after structure. Her first, All Is Forgiven/Tout est pardonné, skips eleven years midway to an "after" period post drug rehabilitation and remarriage and a child's growing up. Father of My Children/Le père de mes enfants has a second half after the suicide of the father, a shattering loss for everyone, including the viewer. The director's previous film, Things to Come/L'avenir, deals with the aftermath of its philosophy teacher protagonist's abandonment by her husband and her publishers.

Maya, somewhat oddly named after its secondary character, is about the aftermath of trauma that we see only in the bruises on the protagonist's handsome body and an elaborate public and private reception of a heroic survivor - who, inevitably, suffers from survivor guilt. Gabriel (Roman Kolinka, by now a Hansen-Løve regular) is a French war correspondent who, after his return to France in a French government plane with fellow ex-prisoner and close comrade Frédéric (Alex Descas), winds up going back to India, where he grew up, to recover - or not - from the shock of his four months as a hostage in Syria. This trajectory is a considerable shift for Hansen-Løve herself, away from her native France, and Europe, and from French to mostly English dialogue.

When the film opens we see the bruises on Gabriel's back as he comes out of a shower in a Jordan hotel. There will be many hotel rooms, luxury or country style, and shots of Gabriel bathing or shaving or being shaved. As Gabriel and Frédéric return to France, notably missing for them is their photographer associate, still a prisoner, whose situation will not end well. The two men submit to heavy publicity and batteries of tests. Many reviewers refer to Alex as "the great Alex Descas"; and perhaps we do feel his greatness, from Claire Denis' films, but his character exists here simple as a warm, confident source of camaraderie for Gabriel whose energy never flags. He represents duty, and the calling. Literally so when later on he face-calls Gabriel from Istanbul, already back in action. Frédéric, anyway, seems fine when they first return to France. Gabriel also seems okay, and in a quick series of scenes, declares that he wants no therapy or book deal, just to get back to business.

But for Gabriel it's not going to be that easy. And having heard him questioned by a psychologist specialized in ex-prisoners, we know he admits to memories of physical and mental torture. He can't readjust to being in France, not to mention accept his ex girlfriend's offer of getting back together (she seems deluded by the emotion of the moment and the publicity). Instead, he goes off to India, where he grew up with his diplomat father and a mother who abandoned them, to see his godfather and visit a house in Goa that was left to him.

Whether or not this was the right decision we don't ever know. What Gabriel ultimately seems to need is simply to return to war, to the action. But so at least with India we have one of the kind of sudden, inexplicable shifts at which Hansen-Løve excels and which are her trademark. Ideally, the shift will leave us, the viewers, quietly devastated. But this time there are problems and, while as usual interesting, this is for various reasons not up to Hansen-Løve's best. War correspondents in fiction films make me uneasy (Matthew Heinemann's A Private War about Marie Colvin is an exception, but it's barely fiction). So do films in which the director is working in a foreign language. Maya is both. A recent example is Joachim Trier's Louder Than Bombs, set in the US with a war correspondent played by Isabelle Huppert, where that terrific filmmaker did less than his best work.

There is the further danger here that Hansen-Løve might be accused of a colonial, Disneyland-ish use of India. In part this is self-conscious. She has acknowledged a debt to Jean Renoir's The River. She has also said that after making Things to Come - she just needed to get away. What's more "away" than India?

There is also a problem with Roman Kolinka, the lead, who, somewhat like the setting, seems partly chosen as scenery. But unlike chaotic and colorful India, Kolinka, tall, handsome, well built (and we get repeated glances at his near-nude body), is recessive and opaque as an actor and personality. We can understand: Gabriel is repressing, shut down. But he is a void at the center of the action.

Gabriel is able revisit his family’s old house in Goa. He makes contact with godfather Monty (Pathy Aiya) and his college-age daughter, Maya (Aarshi Banerjee). He and Maya sense something in common, she having recently "escaped" from another European capital, London, where she was studying, but wasn't comfortable, to return to India, where she feels at home.

Hansen-Løve has acknowledged the "colonial" aspect of her film explicitly. Its travelogue aspect is painfully explicit, when first Monty and then Maya, with whom Gabriel will develop a bond and then a thing, stiffly lecture each other and the audience about Goa and its exploitation. This is a film that, given the filmmaker's justifiably high reputation among cinephiles and critics, has been reviewed extensively. I've read all the reviews I could find on line and via Metacritic. The comment is almost universal: it's all too evident here that English is not Hansen-Løve's first language, nor that of her protagonist or most of the characters who come and go in the movie. The English dialogue is resultingly not only wooden or tinny, but sometimes simply incomprehensible. (French viewers can at least escape from the second issue by watching the film with French subtitles.)

Gabriel and Maya contrive to go traveling together, and for quite a while this relationship seems comfortably platonic. Finally Maya is lying cuddled against Gabriel and when he tells her it's time to go to her room, she wittily utters, dramatically spaced apart, what she has earlier announced are the two only French words she knows: first "Oo-la-la!" (wow!) and then (as she heads out the door) "Degueulasse!" (disgusting!). This seemed to me - tellingly - Maya's best moment, the one when she most clearly illustrates reviewers' claims that she and debut actress Aarshee Banerjee are smart, as well as naive. Her smartness is often masked by wooden delivery of lines. Her only two French ones sparkle.

My worst fear was that the movie would eventually just turn into a travelogue, and it does, with a thirty-something romancing a teenager, as Gabriel voyages across India (with a lightweight team of Hansen-Løve and her dp Helène Louvart using Super16 instead of Kodak 35mm) enroute to Mombai to be reunited with his mother (Johanna Ter Steege). It somewhat mystifies me why critics find the travel portion such a highlight, but certainly the film's most moving segment is the ultimately unsuccessful reunion, with the camera memorably following the mother away in her Tata car beyond the normal "goodbye" end point, showing her weeping alone behind the wheel, a moment that shows Hansen-Løve's gift for the unexpected emotionally devastating moment. This is still a great filmmaker. Nonetheless Kate Taylor of Globe & Mail (https://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/film/tiff/article-the-globes-guide-to-tiff-2018-movies/?film=73) hit the bull's when she wrote, " it’s never clear why being the object of a youthful crush might be a good cure for PTSD."

Maya, 107 mins., debuted at Toronto, and listed in 13 festivals on IMDb including also London, AFI, and Gothenburg. French theatrical release 19 Dec. 2018, AlloCiné press rating only 3.3 (27 reviews); high ratings from some sophisticated reviews such as Les Inrocks and Cahiers,. Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019.

Rendez-Vous Showtimes
Wednesday, March 6, 6:00 PM
Thursday, March 7, 2:00pm

[Chris Knipp]

ROMAIN LAGUNA: METEORITES/LES MÉTÉORITES (2018)E

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ZÉA DUPREZ IN METEORITES

Sexual coming of age with visual flair and a strong lead

This beautiful but no-nonsense summer-of-love coming of age picture entirely revolves around the sixteen-year-old Nina, played with flair and assurance by newcomer Zéa Duprez. Nina lives with her bohemian (tattooed, dope-smoking) mother Karine (Rosy Bronner) and army- bound brother Alex (Nathan Le Graciet) in a town-center flat. While Alex works in a vineyard, he rejects his father's suggestion he become a winemaker. For the nonce Nina, who has dropped out of school, takes a summer job at a theme park called Dinospace a bus ride away.

Dp Aurelien Marra delivers the square-format 4:3 images in ripe color and the editing is clean and quick. The aspect ratio delivers something simple and earthy; it also emphasizes the mountains and verdant hills that are a backdrop for many scenes and intensifies the depth of a yellow covered bridge Nina runs through to catch the bus to work or, the first time, to miss it; and the tunnel she rides through on a motorbike, the red taillight glowing.

This movie's tomboy spunk is balanced by a mystical side: Just before Nina meets her temporary boyfriend who gives her a brief sexual affair before disappearing for Algeria, she sees a meteorite disappear into one of the omnipresent mountains. It's not the sign of apocalypse, she decides, but that something new and important is coming to her.

Morad (Bilal Agab) is the 19-year-old brother of Nina's co-worker Djamila (Oumaima Lyamouri). When they meet, there is a long mutual stare. Nothing need be said. Bilal warns Nina Morad won't stay around and will only hurt her, but she hooks up with him. Morad has been in juvenile detention for two years, she learns from him later. He has a man bun and a tattoo, deals, and rides a motorbike. His recognition of Nina's tomboy side shows when she's at his place, kids are playing ball, and he tells her "Show me what you've got." The combative relationship that develops between them makes up for their lack of romance.

But later, she makes several long treks to Morad's and Djamila's place, and waits a long time for him to come out to see her. When she gets beat up by some rich girls whose iPhone she steals, he sticks around to be nice to her. What will she do when the job ends and he disappears? With its cell phones and trendy hair and references to the siege of Raqqa this is not a film like Marie Baie des Anges aiming to be classic and timeless and not like that favorite of mine (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?2900-MARIE-BAIE-DES-ANGES-(Manuel-Pradal-1997)) meant to be a romance. It's how the girl spent a rough summer that had some unforgettably cool stuff in it. The filmmaker shows a sense of the moment. But what is timeless is the simple elegance of the filmmaking.

Romain Laguna studied at the French national film academy La Fémis, and previously made several short films. He shot this debut feature near his home town of Béziers, in the south of France, using non-actors.

Meteorites/Les Météorites, 85 mins., debuted in San Sebastien's New Directors competition May 20, 2018; it was also shown at Bron, France Les Alizé, and a French premiere; French theatrical release scheduled for May 2019. Reviewed by Neil Young for Hollywood Reporter (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/review/meteorites-1148088) and described in Variety (https://variety.com/2018/film/markets-festivals/indie-sales-acquires-san-sebastian-bound-meteorites-exclusive-1202918720/). Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019. North American Premiere.

Rendez-Vous showtimes:
Thursday, March 7, 4:15pm
Sunday, March 10, 3:30pm

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[Chris Knipp]

MICHAËL HERS: AMANDA (2018)

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VINCENT LACOSTE AND ISAURE MULTRIER IN AMANDA

A young man and his young niece cope with loss in a terrorist attack

Stephen Dalton, reviewing the film for Hollywood Reporter (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/review/amanda-review-1138516), calls Michaël Hers' Amanda "a quietly moving celebration of human resilience," but also "oddly devoid of passion or psychological nuance," and "a pleasantly banal film." This strange contradiction is true. Even in his first film Memory Lane (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?3032-New-Directors-New-Films-and-Film-Comment-Selects-2011&p=25876#post25876) (2010) I found Hers had a tendency to trivialize his material, while also already then drawn to sadness. One thing is clear and positive, though. This is another chance, well taken, for the prolific and increasingly known young actor Vincent Lacoste to expand his range into a more serious and adult mode - something he already got a chance to do in a big way when Christophe Honoré chose him for the (I would say more challenging) lead role in his complex autobiographical film Sorry Angel/Plaire, aimer et courir vite (NYFF 2018 (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?4556-New-York-Film-Festival-2018&p=37131#post37131)). This may seem a paradox, but doesn't one often find the best thing about a movie is the actors? Lacoste is out of his comfort zone of comedy and romance in both of these pictures.

As the story begins, in the early summer, David Sorel(Lacoste) is just tentatively dealing with his life in his early twenties. He is spending a lot of time quite comfortably helping his sister Sandrine (Ophélia Kolb), a lycée English teacher, raise her 7-year-old daughter, Amanda (the round-faced, quietly feisty Isaure Multrier), and gently initiating a romance with a pianist, Léna (Stacy Martin of Nymphomaniac). The security of the situation is suddenly and brutally broken when, one day, David walks into a park full of dead bodies, the result of a terrorist attack (not quite corresponding to any real one) that has taken away Sandrine and wounded Léna. Hers shows the strewn, bloodied bodies, but goes into no further details. For the film, all that matter is that the grief-stricken David now becomes largely responsible for Amanda as a potential guardian.

Family is relegated away in this story, to make the pressure on David greater. His and Sandrine's father is dead, and their mother has long ago left them and their father to live in London, and become estranged. A recent gesture on her part toward reconciliation, accepted by Sandrine, who's planned and paid for a Wimbledon trip there with David and Amanda, is left dangling. A benevolent aunt named Maud (Marianne Basler) shares in providing a place to sleep for Amanda for a while.

Lacoste is muted here, and it works well, especially when he breaks into quiet sobbing that seems surprisingly real, and unstudied. But the action at this point is desultory-seeming; the energy, never high, begins to dissipate. Is anything going to happen? The strongest moments are when Amanda, who has been repressed (though discovered sobbing in the middle of the night by David), puts her foot down, complaining about being shunted back and forth been two households now, and refusing to let David remove her mother's toiletries from the bathroom. David is handling grief by being mired in work, still working as an arborist and doing duty for an Airbnb type unit, while sleeping over at Sandrine's place much of the time to be with Amanda when she's there. Léna has a damaged arm from the attack, but more than that is traumatized, and leaves Paris to rejoin her family.

David goes to Léna one day and try to bring her back to Paris, but she feels they hardly know each other, and agrees only to a night of love. He carries out another gesture, bolder in a way: he takes Amanda for the trip to London., where they stay at an Airbnb, and do more travelogue-ish bike riding, of which he has done a lot already, and he wears more of an endless succession of T shirts. They meet his and Sandrine's long -estranged mother Alison (Greta Scacchi), Amanda's grandmother, in a London park, and get ice cream. David and Amanda share emotions at a tennis match.

"Les choses de la vie," the things of life: they are fraught with meaning and intensity in a time like this of trauma and sorrow. But for a film to work, you've got to put some spin on them, give them some oomph. We don't need Michael Haneke, but I couldn't help remembering how devastating and unforgettable he made grief in Amour. And after all, an older life partner like the one played by Tritignant has a lot more to grieve about then the fresh-cheeked, curly-haired Vincent Lacoste, delicate an natural though he may be as an actor. He is more convincing and effective in his two other performances currently playing in New York: as the adventurous young gay man in love with an older writer dying of AIDS in Honoré's Sorry Angel, and as the passionate, challenged medical student in The Freshman. It's still a sweet, touching performance, but it could have been given more poignancy.

Amanda, 107 mins., debuted at Venice 2018; also in festivals of Bordeaux, Tokyo and Montreal. In French cinemas Nov. 2018, with highly favorable press reception (AlloCiné press rating 4.0). Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019. (Guy Lodge paints a much more glowing picture of Amanda in his Variety review (https://variety.com/2018/film/reviews/amanda-review-1202924608/).)

Rendez-Vous showtime:
Saturday, March 2 6:00pm
Q&A with Mikhaël Hers
Saturday, March 9 1:30pm
U . S . P R E M I E R E

[Chris Knipp]

LOUIS-JULIEN PETIT: INVISIBLES/LES INVISIBLES (2018)

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Vérité comedy about homeless women and their frustrated advocates

Louis-Julien Petit is a French heir to Ken Loach whose latest film about poor people has been a crowd pleaser well received by the winter season French audience. His previous one, Discount, was about supermarket employees who steal and resell goods in revolt against being laid off and replaced by automated pay stations. So it's not surprising that this time, inspired by Claire Lajeunie's non-fiction book Sur la route des invisibles, he focuses on a group of social workers who respond to the closing of their homeless women's day center (known as l’Envol) for being unprofitable by illegally requisitioning a vacant warehouse to replace it, and developing a much more elaborate than normal program of empowerment and training for the women at the new location.

Welding together both pro and authentic cast members, Petit has defined an engaging topic informed by his personal passion and a lengthy period he spent in the field. However there is faltering in the treatment. An emphasis on hilarity and uplift keeps the action from digging as deep as it should into the painful and difficult lives of the women depicted. At some point the whole structure loses its way in a series of entertaining but increasingly unhinged improvisations. The aim clearly is to wind up with feel-good celebratory action. And that happens. But somewhere along the line the movie, though enjoyable, runs off the rails, and its good social intentions get lost in the giddy hilarity.

The spirit behind the film is right, though, and the action is informed by the presence of a panoply of colorful characters whose essence is authentic. Real homeless women were engaged to depict versions of themselves.

There are, moreover, two sets of "invisible ones" here. The "SDF's", the homeless ones, are played with abandon by real non-actors. But there is also the core of social workers, played by professional actors, Aubrey Lamy, Corinne Masiero, Noémie Lvovsky, and Déborah Lukumuena. Their characters, too, turn out to be essentially invisible: poorly paid, discouraged, and at war on a daily basis with a heartless and unresponsive bureaucracy that keeps them from providing the kind of help they have in mind for their charges. However, Petit falters also in his depiction of the social workers, making the picture overwrought and containing unnecessary plot lines like a younger brother who lacks the courage to propose to his girlfriend, and a ditsy bourgeois wife who steals from her house to supply material for the training course.

It all takes place in a gray and unspecified northern French city. Once the social workers move their homeless women to the clandestine location, they seek aggressively to train and inspire them to become hirable, because the claim was that without at hires, the SDF's showed evidence of stagnation, and without progress, the center did not prove its right to exist.

It's the custom to allow the ladies to take pseudonyms so many are called names like "Edith Piaf," "Simone Weil," "La Ciciollina," 'Salma Hayek," "Vanessa Paradis," or "Brigitte Macron." First among the homeless women is Chantal (Adolpha Van Meerhaeghe) , who's learned carpentry, electronics, and other things while in prison for the murder of her husband. Her fix-it skills make her potentially hirable, but she keeps blabbing about where she learned her skills and why she was there to every potential employer. It takes Audrey (Audrey Lamy), Manu (Corinne Masiero), Hélène (Noémy Lvovsky) and Angélique (Déborah Lukumuena) a long time to make Chantal understand that not revealing derogatory information that you don't need to reveal is not "lying," and therefore is okay.

Many other colorful women with varied stories emerge in what come across as a series of intense improv sessions, some of which are enlightening, some just goofy. In the end, it is pleasing to see many of the women gain self respect through self-formed training programs at the warehouse, and one by one, some of them becoming hirable. But the actual path by which SDV's might reach this goal doesn't seem so clear, as all is lost in the play-acting and the bypaths exploring the social workers' backgrounds.

Invisibles/Les Invisibles 102 mins., debuted Aug. 2018 at Angoulême; also several other francophone festivals. French theatrical release 9 Jan. 2019 to good reviews (AlloCiné press rating 3.5; viewers, 4.2). Screened for this review as part of the 2018 UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema.

There is an article about the film in Variety (https://variety.com/2019/film/global/invisibles-louis-julien-petit-socially-minded-smash-1203111662/) by Ben Croll; and reviews by Jordan Mintzer in Hollywood Reporter (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/review/invisibles-les-invisibles-review-1182318), Lisa Nesselson in Screen Daily (https://www.screendaily.com/reviews/invisibles-review/5135987.article), and Kurt Brokow in The Independent (http://independent-magazine.org/2019/02/rendez-vous-french-cinema-feb-28-march-10/). For a view close to mine, see Christophe Foltzer in Écran Large (https://www.ecranlarge.com/films/critique/1050835-les-invisibles-critique-ni-vu-ni-connu).

Rendez-Vous showtimes
Thurs. Mar. 7 at 6:15 PM
Q&A with Louis-Julien Peti &, Deborah Lukumuen
Friday, Mar. 8 at 1:30 PM
Thursday, March 7, 6:15pm
Friday, March 8, 1:30pm

Invisibles/Les Invisibles 102 mins., debuted at Angoulême; also at the festival of Saint-Jean-de Luz. French theatrical release 9 Jan. 2019, receiving above-average reviews (AlloCiné 3.6). Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019.

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[Chris Knipp]

THOMAS LILTI: THE FRESHMAN/PREMIÈRE ANNÉE (2018)

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VINCENT LACOSTE, WILLIAM LEBGHIL IN THE FRESHMAN

A cruel system and a fraught friendship

For the third time Thomas Lilti, whose hospital drama Hippocrates: Diary of a French Doctor (http://www.filmleaf.net/showthread.php?3913-Rendez-Vous-with-French-Cinema-at-Lincoln-Center-2015&p=33335#post33335) played in the 2015 Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, draws on his medical background again for an intense, no-nonsense recreation of the experience of French medical students going through the grueling "first year" of the national system. He brings back Vincent Lacoste, who, less known five years ago, played a clumsy hospital intern in Hippocrates, and this time goes back in time a bit to play Antoine, who is beginning his third attempt at first year, which ends in an entrance exam that's an obstacle in the way of actual medical specialization in France.

Antoine meets Benjamin (William Lebghil) this time as classes begin, a boy who's more at ease because growing up in a medical family makes him more comfortable than Antoine with the whole idea of these studies and concepts. They join up as pals and study buddies, entering the whirlwind of rote learning and personal confusion about vocational goals. Clearly Antoine passionately desires to continue medical school, but the dry material doesn't come easily to him, and this third effort drives him to the brink. Benjamin's father is a doctor and his family is one of privilege. He is relaxed about the whole process, it comes easily. And yet it's not certain that he cares. His father's withholding of encouragement is a clear factor in his apparent uncertainty.

Lilti is faced with the issue of how to make a story consisting largely of cramming abstruse medical lore interesting to a general audience, and he doesn't try. To begin with of course he saves us from making this process utterly lonely by focusing on the study pals, Antoine and Benjamin, and their relationship. Nonetheless we get fed a large quantity of incomprehensible medical factoids, and most scenes are of library or study and of memorizing data.

In his Hollywood reporter review (https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/review/freshmen-premiere-annee-review-1152281) Boyd van Hoeij calls this film "Lilti lite" and describes it as "a rambling and semi-impressionistic account" and "exercise in nostalgia" that will "mostly be of interest to doctors or doctors-turned-directors." But while he may be right that it's "less likely to play well abroad" than Lilti's intern drama and "conspicuously absent from the fall festival calendar," there are raucous moments of pressured students letting off steam, but "lite" it is not. The piles of material the first-year students are faced with cramming put them under grim pressure that never lets up.

French critics have noted this is actually the most heavy and serious of Lilti's medical trilogy. It's also by clear implication a strong indictment of the current French system that allows only a tiny fraction of hopefuls into medical training and rejects over 85% every year with a brutal exam favoring rote learning.

Lilti's second medical feature Country Doctor/Médecin de campagne (2016), which I haven't seen, was just as popular as Hippocrates, without winning the raft of French award nominations Hippocrates received. The Freshman did very well with both French critics and public, who were inspired with national concern about the Draconian first-year filtering system and the toll it takes on young aspirants and touched by the intensity and social implications of the fraught relationship between Antoine and Benjamin. Ultimately viewer patience with the repetitive material will pay off. The toll on Antoine and the trajectory of the boys' relationship becomes absorbing to watch. But the the sui generis selection process may not play as well in non-French arthouses. It will do best with those whose memories of grueling university days are still vivid.

The Frenshman/Première annéee, 92 mins., premiered 30 May 2018 in France, in Lille. It made it to one French festival, Angoulême (30 Aug.). French theatrical release 12 Sept. yielded an AlloCiné press rating of 3.7. Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019.

Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, NYC:
]Thursday, March 7, 9:00pm
Saturday, March 9, 3:45pm

[Chris Knipp]

SEBASTIEN MARNIER: SCHOOL'S OUT/L'HEURE DE LA SORTIE (2018)

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LAURENT LAFITTE, LEFT, IN SCHOOL'S OUT/L'HEURE DE LA SORTIE

Class of nowhere

You may recall François Ozon's In the House (http://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=2301) (R-V 2012), in which "A high school French teacher is drawn into a precocious student's increasingly transgressive story about his relationship with a friend's family." The victim was played by Fabrice Lucchini. Other French films about teachers with difficult students led to grief for these actors: François Bégaudeau in Entre les murs (2008), Isabelle Adjani in La journée de la jupe (2008) and Isabelle Huppert in Madame Hyde (2018).*

Well here is another one and it is a good one: Laurent Lafitte, an actor the French are taking a liking to (he's in another film in the Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Paul Sanchez Is Back! ), in Sébastien Marnier's jazzy, beautiful, disturbing School's Out/L'Heure de la sortie. Pierre is a substitute called in temporarily to replace the French teacher of an exceptionally brilliant class of snotty élèves at the fancy St. Joseph school (have you ever seen classrooms as elegant as this?) when their regular prof has offed himself by jumping out the window. It doesn't take long for us to suspect that these students may have driven their prof to do himself in; may be fast on their way to driving Pierre in the same direction. They know how to put him down and ask impertinent, embarrassing questions. And give condescending answers. Kafka, who he's, at forty - isn't that old to be only a substitute? one asks - doing his late dissertation on? Yes of course they've all read him. They're doing next year's work. And they don't approach it that old way anymore.

They soon have Pierre following them and spying on them as they do peculiar, scary things to each other and carry out odd rituals: this suggests Hitchcock and a Stephen King horror movie, but with an elegant, sun-kissed French look. And Laurent Lafitte is a big, tall muscled man with matching tattoos on both shoulders. He has an ex-boyfriend whose arms are covered with them, and is a tattoo artist. He's unattached and admits to a colleague he's afraid of attachment, and afraid of being afraid (or is it of people who are afraid?).

And the students likewise. Where they are going we can only guess, but it's nowhere good. This is a movie full of surprises even as its genre aspects make it seem pleasingly familiar, but not quite. This is an excellent entertainment we can't spoil by talking about too much, and it relates to very contemporary issues, things that make the younger generation see nothing but doom in their futures and feel nothing but anger and contempt toward their elders.

Lafitte is a compelling presence. The kids are increasingly disquieting. The photography by Romain Carcanade sparkles. The production design by Guillaume Deviercy has a sticky glow. The music by the group Zombie Zombie is pleasingly doom-riven. In the face of all the creepy horror invading Pierre's digs and the apocalyptic and suicidal rituals of the kids, the double finales, though ambitious for a small French production, may feel somewhat climactic.

School's Out/L'heure de la sortie, 107 mins., debuted at Venice Aug. 2018; shown at Austin Fantastic Fest. Sept. 2018. Opened theatrically in France 9 Jan. 2019 to excellent reviews (AlloCiné press rating 3.7). Screened for this review as part of the 2018 UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema.

Rendez-Vous showtimes:
Friday, March 8, 3:45pm
Saturday, March 9, 8:30pm (Q&A with Sébastien Marnier)
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*See Louis Guichard, Télérama (https://www.telerama.fr/cinema/films/lheure-de-la-sortie,n5607825.php).

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LUANA BAJRAMI, VICTOR BONNEL IN SCHOOL'S OUT

[Chris Knipp]

PATRICIA MAZUY: PAUL SANCHEZ IS BACK!/PAUL SANCHEZ EST REVENU! (2018)

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ZITA HANROT AND LAURENT LAFITTE IN PAUL SANCHEZ IS BACK!

In search of an exhausted, hysterical imposter

Patricia Mazuy's surprising police thriller - a laugh, a puzzler, and an adrenaline rush - takes us to a place we don't know, the warm, semi-mountainous region of Le Var, a completely unfashionable part of the Côte d'Azur. At first the action looks quite conventional: a police procedural involving bumbling provincial cops. But a lot of energy is generated with this simple, familiar raw material creating a mix of suspense, humor, sexiness, the penetration of a dark violent mind, and sustained mystery - even as we seem to be seeing all that's happening. The ending may be obvious - it's been telegraphed repeatedly - but still takes one aback. There is something crowd-pleasing, yet also almost conceptual, a flip-around of the genre. This shows the French are smart, even in recognizing how dumb they can be. It's all done with material that's universal, like celebrity killers, media madness, ambitious young people, and provincial desperation.

Acknowledgement of stupidity focuses particularly on the true-blue rural French Gendarmerie. That's the proud crew we peer in on where we meet some key characters. Marion (Zita Hanrot) is the eager young woman on the staff who wants to work her way to the top and gain the admiration of her commander, and that's how she addresses him at every opportunity, "Mon Commandant" (Philippe Girard). The commander is a dry, reedy fellow, secure in his command and firm in his advocacy of tact and restraint. Things are quiet here, and he wants them to stay that way. The offices of the Gendarmerie are interesting. They are spiffy and up to date, yet nothing is going on. Somebody filming himself slashing Arab guys' tires and posting it on YouTube is a big story.

Tact and restraint don't describe what Marion has just been doing, which is trying to arrest Johnny Depp for getting a blow job on the road, and then seizing his Porsche and driving it away. But while this famous person's name is being bandied about, up pops the name of the most ambitious young local journalist, Yohann Poulain de Var-Matin (Idir Chender), who wants to be famous. The commander wants to keep him far away from Johnny Depp's Porsche or any word of his recent behavior. But soon Yohann is there: nobody is far away.

Word is going around HQ of another celebrity, suddenly sending emails and making phone calls to local people. He is the grizzly, long-gone local murderer, Paul Sahchez, "the Beast of Gévaudan, Jack the Ripper," who killed his wife and children and incinerated them and escaped a decade ago, and has never been caught. After sightings round the world but never being close to capture, word is he's suddenly, inexplicably, in Le Val. And he is, sort of, and his presence, real or imagined, is going to dominate the rest of the movie, and provide its mix of desperation and adrenaline, contrasting unhinged events with confusing coverage by contrasting local and national media.

This was the last film I saw in the 2019 New York Rendez-Vous with French cinema, and confirmed that for me the discovery of the series was the male actor Laurent Lafitte, of the Comédie Française. Lafitte, a tall, muscularly built man with a dark, dour yet sympathetic face, surely should be hard to miss. But he has been hiding from me in plain sight, since he turns out to have sixty-two film credits (as well as no doubt many stage ones), including roles in such notable films as The Crimson Rivers, Tell No One and Elle. But the day before I saw him in this film, where he has the leading role, I saw him play the lead in Sébastien Marnier's elegantly edgy thriller, School's Out/L'heure de la sortie, where he memorably plays the role of Pierre, beleaguered substitute teacher of a class of maniacally brilliant and dangerous young teenagers.

The producer of Paul Sanchez told us Laurent Lafitte is very famous in France. Now we know why. He is, once you notice him, a powerful presence. Let's forget the twenty-five-year-old rising star Vincent Lacoste for the moment - both star in two films of this year's Rendez-Vous - and focus on the forty-five-year-old Lafitte.

Here, he plays Didier Gérard, a local guy who sells swimming pools, who has gone berserk and disappeared from his family. (Earlier, we have seen his wife come to the station to report his disappearance. Marion has told her not to worry, to get her hair done.) Evidently though Le Val isn't rich and fashionable, it has people who can afford pool constructions, along with the right climate for them. Soon we realize it's Didier Gérard (Laurent Lafitte), driving around in a gaudy, rather pathetic little company panel truck, failing in getting bank approval for a twenty-four thousand euro SUV, now calling Yohann and saying that he's Paul Sanchez, back in town, mulling over his past violence and contemplating more.

As we follow the doings of Yohann and the police, we're also following Didier Gérard, who's a man increasingly wildly on the run. Whoever this man is - and we start to wonder - the film editing, plus Laurent Lafitte's presence, generates a hysterical, and yet also weary and desperate, energy.

Yohann and Marion are excited, and drawn to each other. They seem the right couple. The weather is hot, the time is right. They get it on. Almost. But the phone calls are increasing. Yohann has to take one, just when they get naked: Marion knows who it is. Which is more exciting, sex or a notorious killer? Sadly, for this ambitious young couple, it's the killer. Or the chance of one.

Marion's foolishness with Johnny Depp has hinted how unreliable, what a potential loose canon she is. And yet her energy suggests uprightness and duty. But the buffoonery of the Gendarmerie increases with the hysterical flight of "Paul Sanchez" through the region, trashing his own real identity, setting fire to it, hiding on Roquebrune rock, but sneaking into town to use the internet, stealing weapons. He frantically buys stuff to supply his hiding out, and a couple at a convenience store definitely confirm it: Paul Sanchez is back! They have seen him. This is all the commandant needs to conclude the rumor is true, to call out the gendarmerie and start combing the region.

But Marion has an inside line, and she finds her way directly to him, and tries to keep him to herself. In the event, she will have none of Didier Gérard's protestation now: "I am not Paul Sanchez!"

We can't reveal more; we've already revealed too much. But it will be just as much fun to watch it unreel nonetheless.

Another note: just before the film was introduced to the audience, someone confided to me he'd been told this was the best film of the festival - because it was endorsed by Cahiers du Cinéma. An interesting endorsement. Cahiers certainly rarely likes a film. Generally their critics detest the films other critics most like. Worth considering.

Cahiers is not wrong. Patricia Mazuy, here, does something admirable and enjoyable: there are pleasing genre elements but there is no genre predictability here. She takes convention and turns it on its head, providing fresh insights, an enjoyable watch, and non-stop energy. And she makes admirable use of the tall body and the dour, tired, slightly frightening face of a new idol already well known to the French: Laurent Lafitte of the Comédie Française.

This is the rare Patricia Mazuy's fifth feature (she made only only four over the past 30 years). It's enlivened by a percussive, bracingly strange score by John Cale.

Paul Sanchez Is Back!/Paul Sanchez est revenu!, 110 mins., opened theatrically in France 18 Jul. 2018; later Warsaw and Mar del Plata fest showings. A small number of very good French reviews were received (AlloCiné 3.3). Screened for this review as part of the UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, Mar. 2019.

Rendez-Vous showtimes:
Friday, March 8, 8:30pm
[B]Saturday, March 9, 5:45pm\North American Premiere

[Chris Knipp]

GILLES LELOUCHE: SINK OR SWIM/LE GRAND BAIN (2018)

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Desperate pleasures

Gilles Lelouche's movie Sink or Swim is a bold, crazy, satisfying tale and one of France's most popular movies of the year. It's about the empowerment and recognition of a small group of desperate men, à la Full Monty. They meet at their municipal swimming pool every week to train in a sport normally relegated to woman: synchronized swimming, an absurd activity for men, most would think, but one that lets them feel useful in a common pursuit and forget their worries. Camaraderie absorbs desperation. And eventually leads to triumph - because, with their two wildly energetic and equally eccentric female trainers (both desperate in their own way), they conceive, and execute, the absurd fantasy of competing in the world men's synchronized swimming competition in Norway. This film, a charmer at home perhaps, has little future in international competition itself: Guy Lodge called a "a mostly innocuous but unmemorable exercise" in his Cannes review (https://variety.com/2018/film/reviews/sink-or-swim-le-grand-bain-review-1202819528/) for Variety.

In this outlandish effort (movie and story) the filmmakers have elicited some of France's best known film actors, Matthieu Amalric (as Bertrand, who starts things off, at the pool to escape his two years of unemployment and depression and finding the notice of the team on the bulletin board), Guillaume Canet, Benoît Poelvoorde, Jean-Hugues Anglade, and Philippe Katerine, plus a couple of oddball unknowns to round out the group, and as their coaches the estimable Virginie Efira (of Justine Triet's In Bed with Victoria (http://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=3574)) and Leila Bekhti. These men are not handsome, for the most part they are not young, they're not in particularly good shape. They have all sorts of problems. But that doesn't stop them. One of the characters speaks only Sinhalese. Everyone understands. It's that kind of movie.

This film succeeds, and is interesting, because of the constant unpredictable ways the tale of male empowerment is interrupted by the unpredictable and outlandish but also familiar and universal personal stories of Bertrand, Marcus, Simon, Laurent, Thierry, and the others. How well this plays outside francophone territories is uncertain. French comedy does not tend to translate ideally, and this is quintessentially almost a patriotic local crowd-pleaser. But there is, obviously, a strong visual element, most obviously in the glorious competition finale with its thrilling music and dazzling colors and lights. Lelouche shamelessly seeks to surprise us: nothing is allowed us to anticipate how brilliantly the little team will be able to perform in Norway, and that includes the team members themselves, who are desperately frightened and overwhelmed as they head toward the competition pool.

This film is overstuffed, but its slightly over two-hour run time makes sense with so such disparate characters to develop in some depth. We explore Simon (Jean-Hugues Anglade), who works in the kitchen of his daughter's school, lives in a van, and has made over two dozen self-produced albums nobody listens to; Marcus (Benoît Poelvoorde)a man concealing mostly only from himself that his business is going under; Laurent (Guillaume Canet)m who has spectacular marital problems. Americans are unlikely to know Philippe Katerine (or that he played Boris Vian in Gainsburg: A Heroic Life), but as Thierry, he is a memorable eccentric who looks like Claes Oldenburg and acts like an energetic clown, more competent than he seems. Delphine (Efira), who shouts at the team (but not as brutally as Leïla Bekhti's wheelchair bound Amanda when Delphine's out of commission for a while in rehab) chain smokes and reads poetry as part of her instruction: she is a recovering drunk, two years sober, having lost control when her ace swimming career was derailed.

You never know when a scene from one of these lives will intrude on the picture. It's that unpredictability that (at least intermittently) undercuts the feel-good obviousness of the self-realization tale. And from everything, Lellouche and his editor Simon Jacquet know how to take a complete break once in a while, most satisfyingly when, after the successful competition, the team stops in their van to stand in quiet awe and admiration before a glorious Nordic sunset.

Sink or Swim/Le grand bain, 122 mins., debuted at Cannes 13 May 2018 out of competition. It opened 23 Oct. 2018 in France, receiving a 4.1 press rating and 3.9 public score on AlloCiné. It received ten César Award nominations, including Best Film, Director, Supporting Actor, Supporting Actress, Screenplay, and Cinematography.equaled only by Xavier Legrand'sCustody (http://www.chrisknipp.com/writing/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=3849)(R-V 2018), the eventual Best Picture winner.Screened for this review as part of the 2019 UniFrance-Film Society of Lincoln Center Rendez-Vous with French Cinema.

Rendez-Vous showtimes:
Saturday, March 2, 8:45pm
Monday, March 4, 9:00pm

[Chris Knipp]

RENDEZ-VOUS WITH FRENCH CINEMA 2019: COMMENTS.

A lot of the films seem to fall into either silly comedies or earnest social studies, with playful philosophical stories in between, which may also be love stories. And a bit of genre (would that there were more!).

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Silly comedies

Obvious silly comedies are the opening night film, Pierre Salvadori's THE TROUBLE WITH YOU, Quentin Duprieux's consistently nutty AU POSTE! (the English title KEEP AN EYE OUT! is a witty bit of word play), Gilles Lellouche's grandly appealing feel-good ensemble comedy SINK OR SWIM/LE GRAND BAIN, and (why not?) Bruno Dumont's COINCOIN miniseries. That may be a very peculiar auteur silly comedy, but silly comedy it is. Within his own self-defined genre, Dumont reigns supreme. I would like to see him do a serious feature film again.

Partly I feel these are brought into the series because they were very popular in France. But their success shows that actually, sometimes, a French comedy can make sense in English subtitles.

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VINCENT LACOSTE IN AMANDA

Earnest issue films.

Earnest "issue" films seem somehow more typical of French cinema, but it may be merely that they play better with the US arthouse audience. More of the Rendez-Vous fell into this category: Michaël Hers's AMANDA (about terrorism and grief), Thomas Lilti's THE FRESHMAN (about a cruel selection system), Eva Husson's GIRLS OF THE SUN (not a French story, but a woman director'e earnest war story). Jeanne Henry's IN SAFE HANDS/PUPILLE is about the fate of a baby. This might just be a TV movie here. But the French take their social issues seriously, so it's a good deal more.

INVISIBLES is about homeless women and the social workers who bend the rules trying to help them. It combines feel-good social issues picture with silly comedy. In so doing, it loads on more than one movie can easily carry.

THE TRUK/L'ENCAS is the reverse, a debut film so pared-down it leaves one cold. But its lead is charismatic and its storytelling impressively efficient.

MAYA is about a war correspondent recovering from hostage trauma by traveling in India. This is sweetening the pill too. But it is also a Mia Hansen-Løve film, so it is unpredictable and complex even if the reliance on English dialogue and the exotic setting lead her astray.

Vergil Vernier's willfully edgy SOPHIA ANTIPOLIS is about issues too, the issue of violence predominant. It's very serious, even if its prurience undercuts that and it fails to convince.

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Philosophical and playful love stories

Good examples of these are Sophie Fillières' amusing MARGAUX MEETS MARGAUX/LA BELLE ET LA BELLE and Judith Davis' vivid WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MY REVOLUTION/TOUT CE QUI RESTE DE MA RÉVOLUTION. They're intellectual but also amorous studies. Romain Laguna METEORITES is a tale of young love - or a girls's sexual adventure - but it also has a mystical or spiritual element, hence the meteorites. This surely is an area in which the French excel.

Valeria Bruni Tedeschi's THE SUMMER HOUSE/LES ESTIVANTS is bookended by the filmmaker's own character's abandonment by her man. In between there is all kinds of Checkovian family drama, and philosophy too, I'm sure.

Genre films.

A film festival is unlikely to include a pure genre film. But genre provides a welcome leavening of the mix. With SCHOOL'S OUT/L'HEURE DE LA SORTIE Sébastien Marnier delivers a mix of of horror and mystery within a familiar format: the teacher tormented and exploited by his students. Patricia Mazuy's PAUL SANCHEZ IS BACK!/PAUL SANCHEZ EST REVENU! is a genre-twister too, and both star the riveting Laurent Lafitte - the discovery, for me, of this year's Rendez-Vous.

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LAURENT LAFITTE