Morris and René Goscinny must be spinning in their
graves... Just what did James Huth think he was doing? The
film may be titled Lucky Luke
but it bears scant resemblance to the popular comic book creation
beloved by French-speaking children and adults alike. Completely
lacking in charm and coherence, Huth's grotesquely self-indulgent,
humourless comedy western alienates its audience right from the very
first scene - an heretical attempt to give the hero a back story that
means for the rest of the film he is a haunted neurotic, not the
insouciant and amiable good guy we all know and love. Jean
Dujardin, great actor though he is, is woefully miscast - his Lucky
Luke has absolutely nothing in common with Morris and Goscinny's
creation and often comes across as a sad wreck of a man, unengaging,
moody and frequently annoying. Heaven alone knows why actors of
the calibre of Melvil Poupaud and Sylvie Testud signed up to appear in
this lumbering cinematic monstrosity, which is suitable neither for
children (on account of its gratuitous violence) nor adults (on account
of its gratuitous brain-frizzling inanity). Ill-conceived,
and poorly executed, the film could not have been more unsympathetic to
the original BDs, which are infinitely superior to this trash.
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Film Synopsis
Daisy Town was once a haven of peace before the outlaws, gamblers and other
low-life took over and turned it into one of the most lawless places in the
whole of the Wild West. Only one man can restore the town to how it
used to be, and that man is the cowboy Lucky Luke, the fastest gun in the
West. Lucky Luke has a strong emotional tie to the town, as this is
the place where he was born. No one is better suited to take on the
likes of Billy Kid and Pat Poker, under whose reign Daisy Town has become
a magnet for thugs and bandits of all kinds.
This is the place where Jesse James and Calamity Jane like to hang out, the
place where they can indulge in their nefarious gun-slinging hobbies with
complete impunity. Lucky Luke is the purest of the pure, the most innocent
of cowboys. He hasn't killed a man in his life, and he has no intention
of doing so now. But how can he bring order to this troubled town without
giving his enemies a taste of their own lead-lined medicine? When he
falls in love with Belle Starr, a beautiful saloon bar singer, he has just
the incentive he needs to get serious about cleaning up the wildest town
in the west...
A wave of fresh talent in the late 1950s, early 1960s brought about a dramatic renaissance in French cinema, placing the auteur at the core of France's 7th art.