De bruit et de fureur

The Nick Ray's movie spirit is not so far from this film directed by Jean Claude Brisseau. This is a beautiful, gloomy, sad story with some sequences that may puzzle you. Some dream world meanings that have nothing to do in such a movie. There is also some social elements in this French parisian suburb tale, in the middle and surrounding of those huge towers. Bruno Cremer is the only actor that I know and he is superb as a war vet who has problems with his kid; and for once the father wants to convince his son that living outside the law is the best way to do, and not the contrary...Very unusual. Cremer tries to convince his son not to have a normal life, not to become a slave.

It's been about 5 years since I saw this film, but it was so powerful that many images are still strong in my mind. Ostensibly based around a withdrawn, neglected young boy living with his mother (absent throughout the film) in a French sink estate, De Bruit et de Fureur soon departs from social realism to become something truly unique. It is, by turns, funny, grotesque, harsh and lyrical, and one of the most affecting pieces of cinema I have ever seen.

It must be like 5 years or so since I saw this movie and I think I will never be able to forget some of the scenes of this film . Its the story of a quiet young boy , going to school , having a quiet life , but lonely life because he have no friends and his mother is never there . His life begins to be more and more disturbed by the neighbourhood , and he'll slowly enter this violence , rubbing shoulders with a hoodlum and his gang. This movie is like CLOCKWORK ORANGE without the science fiction , it is truly crude, the raping scenes really put uncomfortable .Brisseau could direct scenes as unforgettable as the Russian roulette scenes in DEER HUNTER ; He's got the same dark , ultra realistic way of filming things that are beautiful or horrible . The actors are great , the story never slow neither exaggerates , is it one of my favorite French movies .And the end of this movie makes it a movie which may haunt you for many years .

Being the older brother of a Down's Syndrome mongloid, now passed his prime, I see what the future holds for the hearing impaired in this country. Understand, I'm not comparing the two disabilities, just the technology being used to eradicate the disability.

When my brother was born there was no genetics chromosomal testing and doctors couldn't determine if a child would be born with Down's until it came to full term. But at present these tests can be done with a fetus in the 1st trimester and parents can make a decision to abort the child or not. At least they could until Rowe vs Wade was overturned by the SCOTUS. I today's world the percentage of Down's baby's is near to none, except for the brave parents who decide to have the child regardless of its disability. The majority of Down's Syndrome population are senior and late middle aged.

The cochlear device technology is doing the same to the deaf population. More and more parents are electing their young children for the surgery. The deaf community is being chased out as the pre-cochlear population ages. Is this a good thing? Does making everyone the same make the world a better place? No, it doesn't and the consequences for it will be devastating on our society.

I have just discovered this film dating from 1988 and I had a priori never seen films by Jean-Claude Brisseau. I found this film disturbing and interesting. The film describes a suburb of the Seine Saint Denis as a place of desolation and perdition where young adolescents go to war and come to kill each other out of boredom and neglect of their parents added to a situation without prospects. We are not so far from the various facts that happen nowadays, with the difference that here the majority of party troubles are Caucasian and that the leaders are girls even more extreme than the boys. The other women are dealing with an aggressive and ruthless patriarchal society treated as objects, ordered or raped. In this dismal painting we follow the story of Bruno, a 13-year-old boy whose mother is never there because she is working to be able to find him accommodation in a more livable place. Bruno meets a neighbor and comrade who feels abandoned by his father and is in revolt against society. His father shoots rifles in his own apartment, makes a living from scheming and terrorizes the whole building. In the middle of this morbid equation, bits of poetry in the world of phantasy in which Bruno escapes, that of birds, and of a mysterious white lady, object of desire and fantasy. The film does not seem to provide an answer to the social and human idleness of the suburbs, but seems to point to the lack of inter-generational communication and class violence as the triggering scourge.