"Louise-Michel" is an independent French black comedy, where being "alternative" becomes something for its own sake, and at the end we can't make out where the point is. The first part shows a sarcastic, sometimes alienating, mix of contrasting situations and moods, arousing contrasting feelings, from fun to sadness: if we think of the contrast between the dying cousin and really funny scene with the dog, we fell disoriented. The overall tone may appear too sardonic, lacking sensitivity, but I thought it was something searched for in order to avoid too melodramatic and attitude, when portraying the mutability of human life, with its sudden turns from joy to sadness. But as the story progresses, the movie goes deeper and deeper into the purest nonsense and it is almost impossible to find a meaning, except the total absence of meaning in human life. The scene where Louise and Michel dance drunk after having killed some people reminded me of the two protagonists of "Waiting for Godot", the most representative piece of drama of the theatre of the absurd by T. Beckett, where two tramps treat themselves violently and dance in a complete world of pure nonsense, where absurdity prevails. Used as I am to make out some sense in everything I experience and also in every movie I see, I think this movie prevents me from doing this, being the denial of any sense at the core of its intention. I don't know if the final scene may have been devised as a kind of redemption from all the evil we have seen, but I did not perceive it as such, being moreover mixed up with some pointless gender confusion. Rather ridiculous.
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