The latest film by one of France's greatest contemporary cultural assets is usually an event to be celebrated. Unfortunately this rag-bag of street cred and cliché is the only disappointing Doillon film that I can remember.
A girl running away from a paedophile stepfather encounters a bunch of foul-mouthed street kids in a downbeat housing estates.
Certainly Doillon's unique rapport with children is there, but no structure, no style, no distance and definitely no irony. After 'Ponette' and 'Le Petit Criminel', to name just two recent, magical 'films d'enfance', and a dazzling career this must surely just be an aberration.
The resulting film seems to suggest that Doillon just gathered together a bunch of personable kids and said 'What film can we make?' the resulting story and script seems the product of juvenile sensibility of limited intelligence rather than one of the finest directors of our age.
Barely worth travelling around the block for, let alone the 400 miles I went!
Groan...
A girl running away from a paedophile stepfather encounters a bunch of foul-mouthed street kids in a downbeat housing estates.
Certainly Doillon's unique rapport with children is there, but no structure, no style, no distance and definitely no irony. After 'Ponette' and 'Le Petit Criminel', to name just two recent, magical 'films d'enfance', and a dazzling career this must surely just be an aberration.
The resulting film seems to suggest that Doillon just gathered together a bunch of personable kids and said 'What film can we make?' the resulting story and script seems the product of juvenile sensibility of limited intelligence rather than one of the finest directors of our age.
Barely worth travelling around the block for, let alone the 400 miles I went!
Groan...