[LI'L QUINQUIN
screens Thursday February 19th at 6:45 pm and Friday February 20th at
7:30 pm at the Cleveland Cinematheque.]
Review
by Bob Ignizio
A bucolic seaside town in France is
rocked by a series of bizarre murders, starting with a double
homicide in which the victims' body parts are found inside the
carcasses of dead cows, in L'IL QUINQUIN.
Captain Van der Weyden (Bernard Pruvost), his face a constantly
contorting ball of tics, heads up the investigation. His driver and
foil is Lieutenant Carpentie (Philippe Jore), who treats every car
trip as an excuse to try out his stunt driving skills. The captain is
bothered almost as much by a group of bike riding adolescents led by
Li'l Quinquin (Alane Delhaye), a racist juvenile delinquent whose
only redeeming quality is his love for neighbor girl Eve (Lucy
Caron), as he is by the gruesome nature of the murders. To him, both
are equally signs that the world he's living in is the Devil's
domain.
Since
LI'L QUINQUIN is
actually a four part TV series that has been stitched together as a
feature film for export, it is a bit on the lengthy side (just over 3
hours). Writer/director Bruno Dumont allows the plot to unfold at a
leisurely pace, taking ample time taken to introduce the characters
and the setting they inhabit. The overall tone is deadpan and darkly
humorous, with a number of laughs being the sort that you might feel
a twinge of guilt about. For almost all of the cast, this is their
first film or TV credit, but everyone works together really well as
an ensemble, with Pruvost and Delhaye rightfully standing out the
most in the lead roles.
Many
have compared LI'L
QUINQUIN to Twin
Peaks,
and at the risk of seeming lazy I'd have to agree, although by the
time its over the film has taken on a distinct flavor of its own.
There's more of an
edge to the eccentric characters, and there's none of Peaks
good natured attitude in the
dry satire of small town mentalities here.
Unfortunately
one thing LI'L QUINQUIN
does have in common with Twin
Peaks is
a frustratingly vague ending. At least David Lynch was good enough to
tack on a resolution to his television murder mystery when he recut
it for a theatrical release in Europe. If I were watching this on
Netflix and had a reasonable expectations that Season 2 would be on
the way with some answers eventually, no big deal. There's still a
great deal to savor and enjoy watching QUINQUIN
play out like a feature film, but its hard to deny the disappointment
of investing 3 hours in the film only to go home without seeing the
mystery solved. 3 out of 4 stars.
It resembles a satirical treatise of self-reflection, functioning simultaneously as a summation of Bruno Dumont's thematic interests over the previous two decades and as a bonkers remake of Humanité.
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