Les Fugitifs

Pierre Richard and Gerard Depardieu reteam to star in this dynamite comedy about an ex-con (Depardieu) who has just been released from the slammer when he is taken hostage by bumbling robber (Richard) during a moronic bank heist which the robber hopes will help find a cure for his daughter who hasn't spoken since her mother died, three years ago. When the plug is pulled on Richard's bank heist, the police are summoned and Depardieu, out of the many hostages in the bank at the time, is selected to be the robber's ticket out without a shot being fired, but then, of course, the cops think Depardieu is pulling the heist and the two become fugitives. There is only one way out of this fine mess: cross the border, which is exactly what they do in what is potentially the funniest scene in film history. The two men pose as husband and wife (Richard wears a wig, of course), and his daughter's hair is cut and she poses as the son, but crossing the border isn't as easy as it was originally made out to be. Richard's daughter thinks she is going to vomit and Richard shows her how, by sticking his head out the window, thus losing the wig, which is flattened by a passing truck. Everything is back to normal after having retrieved the wig, but Richard is then mistaken for a pregnant woman and is rushed to hospital by roadblocking police. All fits in nicely in what is a modern comic gem.

I'm in complete awe of Francis Veber as both a writer and a director. How he can continue to ring even more changes out of what is essentially a Johnny-one-note idea both amaze and delight. Here he is at it again and, for good measure, adds a soupcon of sensitivity into the mix. Maybe, as a previous commenter has stated, we should just bask in the invention, charm and acting skills on display and not attempt analysis. Depardieu is now, of course, arguably the best-known and best-loved contemporary French actor in the world by virtue, and rightly so, of his unsurpassed range rather than the occasional English-speaking role but Gene Wilder lookalike Pierre Richard is virtually unknown outside France - at least in England - which is sad. Now aged 70 he continues to work - not, alas, with Veber - and as I write is appearing on the Paris stage in a piece which translates to 'Fish Out Of Water', as good a description as any for the inept bank-robber he plays here, basically a nerd desperate to bankroll a cure for his young daughter, rendered mute since witnessing the death of her mother. As luck - or meet-cute scripting - would have it, ex-con Depardieu (he literally left the slammer minutes earlier) is in the bank when Richard holds it up and of all the hostages he COULD pick to help him getaway he picks Depardieu, natch. From then on it's business as usual, two opposites who attract the flics. Replete with both sight gags and verbal wit this is one to cherish. 9/10

because it's her only movie as she took a career as teacher.

Anyway this is a great movie that brilliantly mixes drama and comedy: it's about a single father who is pushed to the limits by markets law (jobless) but rather to find a bluesy movie, we have a funny one because this poor lad is rather unlucky! It may be the last team-up between Gerard and Pierre but it may be their best because they are in symbiosis now and above all, they are really tied together by the essential link of this child: she is really the heart of the movie and with few words (she is nearly mute) every body will understand all the joy and responsibility to be a parent. At last, this movie smells good the 80s when the french cinema was popular, faraway of Paris and the Bobos, made with limited money but real conviction so it's a high recommendation! As it's indeed a great french movie, I really wonder what the American remake looks like, all the more than the cast seems appropriate with Short and Nolte

When Gérard Depardieu gets released from prison, he vows to go straight. It's a very unlucky break for him when that same day, he's an innocent bystander in a bank robbery. The robber, Pierre Richard, takes a hostage so he can flee the bank, and by sheer coincidence, he takes Gérard. The police think Gérard has taken Pierre hostage, since he's the known criminal, and Gérard's dreams of living the straight-and-narrow go up in flames.

While most of the movie is a very cute comedy, with two different men thrown together and eventually finding common ground and friendship, there's another layer of the movie that's sweet and touching. Pierre has a young daughter, Anaïs Bret, who hasn't spoken since her mother died, and while his actions aren't according to the law, it's easy to see why he does them. She's such a doll, and her loyalty and innocence soften both the leads. There's an adorable scene where Gérard collapses from pain and blood loss after running from the police on an injured leg. He's exposed and unconscious, and little Anaïs runs after him, then sits beside him as a watchdog to make sure no one else hurts him. She stays with him all night, eventually curling up beside him and falling asleep in his arms. After that scene, the audience will wholeheartedly approve of anything the two "fugitives" do because they know they're doing it for her.

I love this movie, because both Gérard and Pierre put their hearts on their sleeves in front of the camera. Tension relies on emotion, and there's plenty of both in this movie. If this sounds good to you but you don't think you can handle the subtitles, there was an American remake in 1989 with Nick Nolte and Martin Short. I loved this version, since Gérard Depardieu is one of my favorite celebrity boyfriends. With his feathery blond hair, his vulnerable eyes, and his sensitive smile, I don't think I've ever seen him looking more gorgeous. I'll probably have to watch the movie again, since I was too busy drooling over him to read every single subtitle.

"The Fugitives" (1986) is the third collaboration of the famous trio composed by Francis Veber, Gérard Depardieu and Pierre Richard, after "Knock on Wood" (1981) and "The ComDads" (1983).

It benefits from all the know-how of this blessed era. Starting with the talent of Francis Veber who, as a complete author, wrote and directed the film, then with the masterful acting performances of Gérard Depardieu, Pierre Richard, the adorable and phenomenal little Anaïs Bret, then 6 years old, as well as Jean Carmet. So many elements that perpetuate all the magic of the French comedy of the 1980s. All set to music with a new sublime soundtrack by Vladimir Cosma.

This film is carried by a tenderness and a humanity that no longer exist today, and only reinforces our nostalgia for a bygone century, where even some convicts could have a big heart.