The annual French Film Festival begins on Wednesday and goes through to 24 March. The program looks quite good this year. I’ve seen two of the films in previews and they’ve both been pretty good.
The first was Microbe and Gasoline, which is sort of a teen coming of age thing. Normally those films make me cringe, and the director of this one, Michel Gondry, made a film called the Science of Sleep that was hopeless from beginning to end, so I wasn’t hopeful when this one began. Surprisingly, I liked it. The two boys, whose nicknames are Microbe and Gasoline, are about 13 and have the usual sort of problems. Somehow the film turns into a bit of a road movie. It’s all very low-key; there’s comedy that crops up unexpectedly and brings a smile; it ends satisfyingly. I’d give it about 7.5.
The other was In Balance. It’s about a stunt rider who’s injured in an accident and becomes paraplegic, and it’s based, very loosely, on a true story. The rider is played by Albert Dupontel, whom I’d never heard of, but apparently he did all his own stunts in the film. He has a fight with his insurance company, which sends an assessor, played by Cecile de France, to convince him to accept their inadequate offer. It’s basically the story of his battle with the insurance company and his desire to get back in the saddle.
The basic story is good, but there have been a number of Hollywood-style side-stories added in for “dramatic impact”, all of which detract from the basic story; the film would have been far, far better without them, and done as a straight story. The whole damn thing is also shot with hand-held cameras, usually in extreme close-up, which seems to be the fashion these days and I find almost unwatchable. That’s a particular pity with this film, because it’s shot in the Loire-Atlantique, not far from the ocean, where the country is absolutely beautiful in an open, windswept way; but its beauty is largely lost because the camera never pulls back far enough to take a look at it. Notwithstanding all that, it’s a strong story, the pace is good, and the acting is excellent by the two principals; there’s also a small supporting role for Carole Franck as a lawyer that made me want to see a lot more of her. It would have easily been an 8.5, but the added dramatic flourishes and horrible nauseacam take it back to a 7.5.
I’m under no illusions about French cinema. I like it generally, but it’s just as capable of turning out crap as any other country’s cinema, although at least it’s a different kind of crap. The next one I’m going to see is the opening night film on Wednesday, Rosalie Blum, which looks as if it could be okay and hasn’t even been released in France yet. There’s a restored print of Contempt as the closing film which I’ve probably seen 5 times, but I’ll certainly be going to it again. Apart from those two I haven’t booked any yet but I’ll probably end up at about 8 or 10 all up.