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Adams on Reel Women: Maiwenn Pulls no Punches in ‘Polisse’

June 4, 2012 By Thelma Leave a Comment

Maiwenn: They're no 'Charlie's Angels' (by Sundance Selects)


Americans want the French with baguettes and berets,” the actress-writer-director Julie Delpy (“Before Sunrise”) told me last month, “The way French people handle sexuality is too controversial for American audiences.” That remark resonated when I watched actress-writer-director Maiwenn submerge herself in the sordid world of the Paris Child Protection Unit. Maiwenn’s ripped-from-the-headlines drama, “Polisse” — a movie that won last year’s jury prize at Cannes — should appeal to anyone needing a “Law & Order” fix. Call it “Paris: SVU.”

[Related: Indie Roundup: ‘Intouchables’ and ‘Polisse’]

Maiwenn plays a supporting role in the ensemble as Melissa, a disaffected upper-class photographer (“I only eat organic”) and mother who becomes intoxicated by the police unit’s urgency. As the officers under her lens confront pedophilia, rape, and child abuse in ethnically diverse Belleville, Melissa loses her objective distance, drawn to an angry but righteous cop named Fred (Joey Starr), who has a wife and kid at home.

Like “Law & Order: SVU,” the movie shifts between the domestic disturbances in the officers’ private lives and the domestic abuse the police confront on a daily basis — and how this screws with their heads. The cases overlap as if they were a season of the TV series compressed into one night: A junkie mother steals back her own baby, another uses sexual methods to put her infant boy to sleep, a grandfather pets his granddaughter’s “kitty cat,” and a male gym teacher instructs a young pupil in a different form of calisthenics in the dubious privacy of a bathroom stall.

One featured subplot follows the fractured work “marriage” of two partners, Nadine (Karin Viard) and Iris (Marina Fois). Nadine deals with her divorce at home; Iris tries to get pregnant while hiding bulimia. Meanwhile, on the job, their daily intimacy coping with unspeakable cases like that of a rape victim’s partial birth abortion of an unwanted fetus shows signs of strain. When their relationship finally implodes, the women sling intimate secrets along with work grievances as their colleagues try to separate them. The confrontation scene is unsparing: Women have their own ways to be crueler than a simple punch in the nose.

[Related: Adams on Reel Women: The Cannes Sex Scandal]

While Maiwenn pays significant attention to the inner lives of the policewomen, they exist within an ensemble where the bosses are male and equally oppressed by the human condition. This is no chick flick. The focus rests on women and men, some flawed, some sick, some smugly evil. And, perhaps, it’s that unspoken parity that makes “Polisse” more radical as a whole than, say, in an overt, telegraphing scene when an irate female police officer has a screaming fight with her male colleagues and yells, “A woman speaks out, and she’s a radical. F**k you!”

Using an existing form historically dominated by male storytellers, Maiwenn achieves a rich, challenging crime drama by dramatizing the storylines of men and women with equal urgency. By its very nature, the Paris CPU combines nurturing and policing — it has cops with a maternal side, treating the abused women and children of Belleville. And, having seen the absolute worst in people among Parisians, these officers look to each other to find the best. Sometimes, they even succeed.

See the trailer for ‘Polisse’:

Filed Under: Essay, Movies & TV Tagged With: Cannes Film Festival, French films, Julie Delpy, Law & Order:SVU, new releases, Polisse, Women's Issue, Yahoo! Movies

Super 8 & Spielberg’s chick issue

June 10, 2011 By Thelma 2 Comments

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Did Spielberg & Abrams call each other before to synchronize their looks?

If Super 8 is truly a mash note to Steven Spielberg, as my husband says, then it also echoes some thing I detest about SS. He’s horrible on the women issue. His immediate reaction to the opposite sex is awe and fear: put her up on a pedestal and drag her down.

His acolyte J. J. Abrams doesn’t naturally share that problem (think Star Trek’s Uhura or Lost), but in creating this homage he steps into the same primordial ooze. Here’s a nostalgic movie set in 1979 about early adolescence where the five boys have distinct characters and are not universally attractive: one has braces, one’s overweight, another is tall and geeky. But then the girl comes along, Alice (Elle Fanning), and she is a glowing Amazon.

Sure, Alice is from the opposite side of the tracks and has a drunken dad, but she’s such an indiscrete object of the boys’ desire. It’s not her purpose to carry the plot or the camera, overcome danger, save the planet or, get bromantic. Her primary purpose is to be the sexual football that comes between the two young male leads: they both objectify her, love her and their one falling out is about their inability to saw her in half and share her.

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Forget the train: Elle Fanning blows the boys away in Super 8

In the film within a film, the female’s explicit purpose is to heighten the tension we feel for her beloved when he is in danger.

My undying favorite Spielberg character is Karen Allen’s Marion Ravenwood in Raiders of the Lost Ark (possibly my favorite Spielberg movie). And what did he do with that adorably spunky, hard-drinking, truth-telling adventuress? Toss snakes all over her, and then replace her with the blander shiksa goddess (and future Mrs. Spielberg) Kate Capshaw. In Schindler’s list, there’s the eroticized rape of the beautiful Jewess Embeth Davidtz by the stinking Nazi Ralph Fiennes. In Saving Private Ryan, there’s no room for woman (OK, so that was historically accurate but what a bunch of beef).

At least, in Super 8, object that she is, Fanning, 13, has the break-out moment of her career, a scene of acting surprise that recalls Naomi Watts in Mulholland Dr. One minute, Fanning’s Alice is an awkward tween, the only girl on the film set; the next she’s acting before the rinky-dink super 8 camera, blowing away her mumbling male co-star with a passionate, incandescent, adult performance.

“Was that good?” Alice asks after one take. To steal the boys’ highest compliment, it was “mint!” Props to the tween leaping from child star to romantic lead – and to Abrams for having the grace to allow that beautiful girl to stand out in a way that would have terrified Spielberg in the era that Super 8 memorializes.

Filed Under: Essay, Movies & TV Tagged With: Elle Fanning, JJ Abrams, Karen Allen, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Saving Private Ryan, Schindler's List, Steven Spielberg, Super 8, Women's Issue

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