Film Review
2011 saw the release of director Jean-Charles Hue's debut feature
La BM du Seigneur, a gently
compelling drama-documentary set within a community of Yeniche gypsies
living in the north of France. Hue's second film, creepily titled
Mange tes morts, feels like a
continuation of the first, with the same set of characters (vividly
portrayed by some remarkably talented non-professionals) this time
embroiled in a fictional genre narrative that feels like the perfect
amalgam of classic noir thriller, western and road movie. In a
way that curiously resembles Clouzot's
Le Salaire de la peur (1953),
the film starts with a frustratingly long, dawdling intro which takes
its time (re)introducing the main characters before the plot suddenly
kicks in, taking the spectator hostage as an unforgettable road journey
gets underway. It's not much of an exaggeration to say that this
is the most gripping joyride French cinema has given us in years.
Hue's preference for employing exclusively non-professional actors soon
pays dividends, as this is what gives the film its raw naturalism and
an unnerving spontaneity. The problem that genre films suffer
from is an inherent predictability. There is pretty well only
plot available to the heist movie, and this has been pretty well done
to death by a long line of filmmakers, so the scope that a director has
for taking his audience by surprise in minimal.
Mange tes morts has a classic heist
movie set-up, complete with its obligatory quota of adrenalin-pumping
action set-pieces, but Hue's off-kilter approach somehow makes it feel
deliriously fresh. Taking his leave from the great Jean-Pierre
Melville (whose
Le Cercle rouge appears to be a
strong influence), Hue gathers up all the familiar heist movie
trappings and uses these as a pretext for a weirdly original character
study, in which he dissects the psychologies of his gypsy protagonists with
the dedicated skill of a pathologist performing an exhaustive post
mortem.
Mange tes morts owes its title
to an old Yeniche expression which means 'renounce your ancestors' and
is just about the most offensive insult in the Yeniche lexicon.
The relevance of the title becomes apparent when the ordeal undertaken
by the four central characters (three totally unalike brothers and a
tag-along cousin) turns into something far more than just a criminal
exploit - rather it's a statement of who they are and where they are
heading in life. It's not a consignment of copper they are after,
it's a deeper understanding of themselves (and so heist movie segues
into road movie). As the existential quest nears its
conclusion, the laid back naturalism that seems to be Hue's natural
style gives way to dusky stylisation that is spookily redolent of
classic film noir.
What makes the film particularly absorbing are the very different
personalities of the four main protagonists, something that results in
some colourful and revealing character interplay. Fred, the eldest
brother, who has just completed long stretch in prison, is
motivated primarily by the need to hit back against the gadjo
(non-gypsy) world and its bogus morality. Jason, his easily led
younger brother, wants only a taste of adventure to break the monotony
of his nomad life. Mickael, the other brother, is a hardened thug
who just likes hitting things (preferably soft squidgy things with a pulse),
whilst cousin Moïse, a die-hard
Christian, seems to be there just for the fun of it. As amateur
criminals go, they make a pretty inept bunch, locked into a shared
delusional fantasy, and when things start to go wrong this is when the
fun begins. The film noir highway turns out to be a one-way track
and the lads quickly discover the limits of their erstwhile nomadic
freedom. It is at this point that the care invested by Hue and
his talented cast in the slow build up to the climax suddenly pays off
and we genuinely begin to feel for the characters. Fasten your
seat-belt tightly, for what
Mange
tes morts promises is one Hell of a journey across some
very bumpy terrain.
© James Travers 2014
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