Film Review
After his well-received debut feature
Le
Tueur (2008) director Cédric Anger opted to stay in
film noir territory for his next film, a similarly slick realist
thriller, albeit one that owes as much to the novels of John Grisham as
it does to classic American film noir. The plot, a pretty blatant
reworking of Grisham's
The Firm,
is the film's least important ingredient (which is just as well,
otherwise Grisham might be minded to go after Anger with a plagiarism
suit). It is what Anger does with the well-worn scenario (and its
even more well-worn archetypal characters) that makes the film worth
watching, in spite of some obvious shortcomings. As he did so
brilliantly on
Le Tueur,
Anger plunges the spectator into a chilling noir-scape of fear and
anxiety, in which the hero (this time a rookie lawyer with a moral
deficit to match his naivety and self-adoration) learns that a healthy bank balance and
designer wardrobe are no substitute for a quiet gangster-free
life.
The film's pedestrian first half, with its abundance of tired
clichés and trite dialogue, is just about forgiven
when the story finally gets underway and suddenly starts ratcheting up the
tension to its grim and all-too-predictable climax. Given that
before he turned to directing Cédric Anger was highly regarded
as a screenwriter - notably for his work on Xavier Beauvois's
Selon
Matthieu (2000) and
Le Petit lieutenant (2005) - it
is surprising that the one area where
L'Avocat falls down is its
screenplay, which is lacking both in structure and depth of
characterisation. Despite the high word count and overly
protracted set up, the characters are much less convincing and evoke
far less spectator involvement than those in Anger's previous film
Le Tueur, which employs dialogue
with an Occam's Razor economy. The fact that Benoît Magimel
is slightly miscast in the lead role (and looks frankly ridiculous when
he does his Perry Mason bit) does not help matters. You might
almost think that Anger is doing everything within his power to prevent
the audience from sympathising with his hero...
Those who have the stamina and patience to sit through the gruelling
first half of
L'Avocat (which
feels like the cruellest parody of a John Grisham novel, if you dare
imagine such a thing) are finally rewarded with a good forty minutes or
so of solid, edge-of-the-seat thriller, in which Anger and his cast are
at last able to play to their strengths. Cast very much again
type, Gilbert Melki is superb as the central villain, a delectably
smooth hoodlum who exudes charm and menace as though he held the world
monopoly on both (think Marlon Brando in
The Godfather) - such a pity that
his character doesn't play a greater role in the drama.
Eric Caravaca is another inspired and, on the face of it, completely
mad casting choice for the part of the shady police operative.
With a sinister aura of sublime creepiness that can only be described
as Pinter-esque, Caravaca slips in and out of the narrative like a
slippery Mephistopheles, luring the too easily corruptible Magimel into
one more Faustian contract whilst casually sampling the delights of
hotel hospitality.
In the face of this two-pronged onslaught from
Melki and Caravaca is it any wonder that Magimel's portrayal of the
film's bland lawyer-hero lacks colour and impact?
Fortunately, the creditable supporting contributions from Barbet
Schroeder, Aïssa Maïga and Samir Guesmi help to limit the
damage, but not enough to prevent the spectator from relishing
Magimel's slow and richly deserved descent into Hell. It probably
wasn't envisaged as such but
L'Avocat
is the film equivalent of
Room 101,
mild therapy for anyone with a festering grudge against lawyers.
The film's tongue-in-cheek ending offers a tantalising glimpse of what
the film might have been had Cédric Anger been just a little bit
more daring and less of a slave to the film noir aesthetic - the
ultimate anti-lawyer black comedy.
© James Travers 2011
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