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Les Mis­érables – first look review

16 May 2019

Words by Elena Lazic

Crowded Champs-Élysées in Paris, lined with trees, leading to the iconic Arc de Triomphe in the distance.
Crowded Champs-Élysées in Paris, lined with trees, leading to the iconic Arc de Triomphe in the distance.
Ladj Ly’s grit­ty por­trait of sub­ur­ban Paris tips its hat to La Haine and Do the Right Thing.

While we are yet to get a gilets jaunes’ movie, the anger and frus­tra­tion that fuel Ladj Ly’s Les Mis­érables brings us back to anoth­er recent upris­ing that shook France to its core — and, the film sug­gests, one that could explode again at any minute.

This grip­ping debut fea­ture begins with the arrival of a new mem­ber to the anti-crim­i­nal­i­ty brigade respon­si­ble for Mont­fer­meil, a neigh­bour­hood in the Paris ban­lieue. Stéphane (Damien Bon­nard, pre­vi­ous­ly seen in Alain Guiraudie’s Stay­ing Ver­ti­cal) is the good cop of this sto­ry: kind, respect­ful and polite, he is the polar oppo­site of Chris (Alex­is Manen­ti), a hot blood­ed bul­ly whose mot­to is nev­er to say sor­ry. His part­ner Gwa­da (Djib­ril Zon­ga) dri­ves them around and tries to keep Chris in check when he goes too far, but usu­al­ly tends to stay silent about his more casu­al­ly vio­lent behaviour.

As with many films about cops, it is dif­fi­cult to tell the cliché from the real­i­ty. There prob­a­bly is some truth to those stereo­types, and even if there isn’t, it is not hard to imag­ine real police­men repro­duc­ing them, more or less iron­i­cal­ly. What is cer­tain is that Ly relies on those neat for­mu­las to cre­ate not so much a doc­u­men­tary por­trait of the France of today, but rather a mea­sured para­ble or alle­go­ry about the country.

Indeed, though the film is shot on loca­tion in Mont­fer­meil and most­ly fea­tures first-time actors, this real­ist aes­thet­ic is absorbed in a sym­phon­ic struc­ture which some­times feels a lit­tle con­trived, threat­en­ing to break the spell of its kinet­ic authen­tic­i­ty. Along­side the three cops, each rep­re­sent­ing a dis­tinct idea of how to deal with the ban­lieue, are three lead­ers of the com­mu­ni­ty with their own inter­ests and alliances. The May­or (Steve Tientcheu) looks out for him­self like a busi­ness­man, while Salah (Almamy Kanoute) the mus­lim own­er of a kebab shop, is the con­fi­dant and pro­tec­tor of any­one who needs it. La Pince (Nizar Ben Fat­ma) is tight with the cops.

Mean­while, all of these dis­tinct char­ac­ters and groups of adults – each with their own dis­tinct sets of respon­si­bil­i­ties – are deal­ing with the more unpre­dictable mass of the neigh­bour­hood kids. It is one of them, Issa (Issa Per­i­ca), who sends all the adults into a pan­ic when he steals a lion cub from a vis­it­ing cir­cus. As the police­men go on an almost far­ci­cal search for the ani­mal, the film takes us on a glee­ful ride through this com­plex web of rela­tions. Stéphane’s bap­tism of fire is often quite fun­ny, though some of the char­ac­ter­i­sa­tions of the peo­ple he encoun­ters come a lit­tle too close to prej­u­diced cliches.

But when Issa is severe­ly injured by one of the police­men and the inci­dent is caught on the cam­era of a kid’s drone, the farce bru­tal­ly comes to an end. In an instant, the harsh real­i­ty of dis­dain, hate and vio­lence that the cops usu­al­ly hide behind jokes and slurs comes out to the surface.

Though Chris’ crass dia­logue feels a lit­tle too script­ed at times, and some of the real-life details about life in Mont­fer­meil are clum­si­ly intro­duced, the film large­ly suc­ceeds in mak­ing us under­stand the dynam­ic of this place, and almost accept that sta­tus quo. When Issa is hurt and a riot looms on the hori­zon, our own com­pla­cen­cy blows up in our faces.

In its struc­ture, Les Mis­érables does not hide its debt to Spike Lee’s Do the Right Thing or Math­ieu Kassovitz’s La Haine. In fact, Ly’s film feels like an update on the lat­ter in more ways than one: the famous fly­ing shot over the build­ings of the ban­lieue while the DJ is play­ing music was quite a tech­ni­cal feat in 1995, but is eas­i­ly repro­duced by Ly using a drone.

More specif­i­cal­ly, Les Mis­érables recalls the real-life riots of 2005, when two young men chased by police in Clichy-sous-Bois died while hid­ing in an elec­tric­i­ty sub­sta­tion. The com­par­i­son is inevitable, but Ly makes it explic­it, and it feels like a jus­ti­fied mem­o­ran­dum and warn­ing. That the film, named after Vic­tor Hugo’s nov­el, pre­miered a month to the day after Hugo’s beloved Notre-Dame cathe­dral was dam­aged in a fire gives an addi­tion­al, eerie sense of urgency to Ly’s fiery debut.

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