THE MORNING LIST
An electoral suspense in Indre-et-Loire, an impossible love between a young student and his teacher, a reflection on the notion of consent, a dive into a home for young girls in Geneva: it’s time for gravity this week at the cinema .
“La Campagne de France”: a documentary that hijacks all the votes
Maliciously programmed on the eve of the 2022 presidential election, The Campaign of France presents itself as a documentary chronicle of the municipal election of the town of Preuilly-sur-Claise (Indre-et-Loire), in 2020. It is, in a way, but, like its title equivocal, the film does not hesitate to beat the countryside. In truth, here is a documentary which does not allow itself to be easily circumscribed, changes direction along the way, weaves between genres, does not keep its political promises, does not care about documentary impartiality like the year forty, in the country of Descartes and Rabelais, strip the fable like others the daisy.
The result is a film that imperceptibly decenters the campaign to take stock of the candidate Mathieu, former engineer, dreamer and gentle poet. Mathieu who dares this and whom we love for this reason: “We know my face, we know my name, but the link between the name and the face is not sufficiently established. » And more precisely on the couple he forms with Guy the atrabilaire, the proud horn player, the seducer of these ladies, the bogeyman of political realism. One terrorizing the other at each public appearance. In them seems to be reincarnated the cream of the French comic tandem in the respective persons of Bourvil and De Funès. In truth, like this exceptional duo, we will end up discovering that they are made for each other, in an understanding that grows richer as we observe it and whose values are reverse in an end of course whose name we will keep silent to reserve the electoral suspense that this film carries with it. Jacques Mandelbaum
French documentary by Sylvain Desclous (1h40). On the Web : www.thejokersfilms.com/la-campagne-de-france
“Little nature”: teaching is learning to love
With his cherub face with long blond hair, his blue eyes, his slender look, Johnny, 10, is not exactly a little boy like the others. At least not in the environment where he grew up, a popular city of Forbach (Moselle), where the proletarian model is rather hardened, to better resist the economic and social mistreatment that rains down on the old coalfield. His mother, a waitress in a bar-tobacco, who raises her three children alone, urges him to toughen up so that he does not let himself be heckled by the other kids in the city.
You have 73.54% of this article left to read. The following is for subscribers only.