Batte Mon Coeur s’est Arrete, De [The Beat that My Heart Skipped]
REVISED TUESDAY, 17 JULY 2007 AT 10.47 HOURS
(c) A.J. Malouin 2007
(Rating: 3 by Al) (In our rating system, “1” is the Best, “31” is the Worst.)
(2005—Jacques Audiard— FRANCE) Apparently, this is a remake of the semi-cult film, “Fingers.” Who cares? “The Beat that My Heart Skipped” is a wonderful film, conceived and crystallized into a gritty and gripping entertainment well worthy of standing on its own reels.
The film tells the story of a 20-something young man teetering on the brink of establishing his work career. He can either continue his current occupation as the sleazy developer of real estate properties, or he can attempt to make it on tour as a concert pianist.
Even at his tender career age, the young man’s talents in his current occupation are fairly well-respected in his industry. These talents include, to discourage fair real estate prices, delivering sacks of squealing, live rats in the middle of the night to discourage fair real estate prices. His talents also include hiring burly crews to sledge-hammer perfectly good apartment units, also in an effort to deflate real estate prices. He puts on a business suit and acts as an intermediary (and worse!) in contracts and under-the-table conversations with City officials, in his yet-again efforts to deflate fair real estate prices.
He is also very good at beating up people.
In spite of these talents, however, the young man longs to be a concert pianist. His efforts to attain this career, while not quitting his day (or, more accurately, “night”) job, create the conflict that fuels this grit-loverly film.
The lad’s father does an admirable job of feeding this conflict. Both in developing the story and in acting the part, the actor playing the lad’s father does a wonderful job. A white-haired, potbellied real estate criminal, the father encourages his son to help him out, and to “continue doing the things you are good at.”
Those things include delivering live rats to a property, and beating people to a pulp.
The artist in the boy will not be denied, however, and he continues to practice for an important and life-altering piano-recital audition in which he has been invited to participate.
What happens in the end is either horrible or just what you’d expect— depending on how much control you believe an individual has over his or her life.
This film is very very well done, including in the placement of the English subtitles for those of us are less than French-fluent. The film shows with great clarity the grittier side (fer sure!) of Parisian life. As always, restaurants play an important part in this French life.
The camera work is gritty and close-up in scenes involving the real-estate business. It shows that this work, while financially rewarding, is also messy and personal, requiring intense interaction with those whom one hopes to influence.
The piano recital and practice scenes are more beautiful than gritty, and are shot from wider angles. Those angles suggest the more isolated and introspective life that is the venue of the artist. The whole film is wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, and not to be misst. (1hr 48. Not rated in the USA. In French, with English subtitles. With Niels Arestrup as Robert Seyr, Aure Atika as Aline, Gilles Cohen as Sami, Linh Dan Pham as Miao Lin, Emmanuelle Devos as Chris, Romain Duris as Thomas Seyr, Melanie Laurent as Minskov’s Girlfriend, Anton Yakovlev as Minskov, and Jonathan Zacci as Fabrice.)