Backstage

Some friends took me to see this film in Helsinki. I really had no idea what to expect. The evening started, as evenings at the cinema do, with a series of trailers. There came what seemed to be a trailer for a French film featuring an ageing chanteuse (shades of a Gallic Madonna perhaps) performing in front of a young, hysterical audience. I thought that there was a film I would not go and see…

… and then it turned out it wasn't a trailer, but the start of the evening's main entertainment. The first five minutes set a scene, and a plot line appeared to be established. Not a particularly enthralling plot, perhaps, but something which might carry us along.

How wrong we were. The plot got stuck in a Paris hotel suite, and the characterisation wasn't even skin deep. The chanteuse – Lauren, or Sylvia – was a diva with problems. But not interesting problems, or dramatic problems; just time-consuming ones. She had some sort of artistic block. She sent a star-struck fan who had implausibly joined her entourage, Lucie, not to buy drugs, but to buy tampons. She was mobbed by fans, a strange and unconvincing mixture, who mostly looked like thirty-something resting actors told to wear something red and plastic. She had family problems of some sort. It was immensely boring. For all I know it perked up in its last forty minutes. But by then we were already in a nearby restaurant wondering why this film should have been made, let alone marketed, or rated by the critics.

There was one good line, when the diva's agent or boyfriend or whatever said that "she likes to appear wild, but underneath she's as dead as her stuffed deer" - a major feature of the hotel suite, which did indeed give a livelier performance than most of the cast. Let that be the epitaph for this exceptionally disappointing movie.

A teen-age fan of a Madonna-eque pop star ends up befriending the star, and before long all sorts of boundaries start getting crossed. Picture a dash of "All About Eve", a little "3 Women", and mix in some "Almost Famous" and you have some of the feel of this dark, but fun brew.

Terrific performances by the two protagonists – Emmanuelle Seigner as the singer, Islid Le Besco as her obsessed teen protégé drive the film, making scenes that could have seemed ridiculous ring oddly true, if strange.

Not everything works. Among other things the singer's music feels far too cute and generic to drive the kind of dark obsession we see. And some twists stretch credulity or reason at moments. But if Bergman had directed "About Famous" we might have gotten something a little like this heady mess of sexuality, loss of self, obsession, complex familial relationships being created and destroyed, loss of innocence, etc. etc.

Fans obsess over stars, yes, but when a celebrity is lonely, isolated, and needs someone in their life they can connect to, and control ... even a crazy fan may have some something to offer. Such is the premise of Backstage. As with many foreign movies its not just the plot, or the relationships, but the texture and feel of the world the characters inhabit that forms the "meat" of the film. And its a sad, manipulative, emotionally-starved world these people inhabit. Never having been a celebrity, nor a member of an "entourage", still I sense this movie "gets it right" as it tracks the characters efforts to find love and happiness in their dysfunctional, stifling unnatural world. Amazing performances from all cast members. Well worth a watch.

It would be lazy, but not really inaccurate to describe this as a modern-day French version of "All About Eve". It has a lot more sex (I said it's French) and kind of a bisexual twist (it's modern-day French). The story involves the young fan (Isilde LeBosco)of a pop star diva (Emmanuelle Seigner) who finds her way into the inner circle of her idol, but manages to sow a lot of discord by becoming involved with the idol's jackass boyfriend as well as inciting a no small amount of inter-generational lust in the idol herself. . .

Emmanuelle Seigner is perhaps MOST famous for being Mrs. Roman Polanski, and she has really done her best work in her husband's movies like "Bitter Moon" and "The Ninth Gate". She's not a GREAT actress, but she's always been a sexy and fearless performer. She seems a little long in the tooth to be a "teen idol", but, hey, she's a lot younger than Madonna. Isilde LeBesco seems to be a rather ordinary-looking girl, but she also possesses a hot little body which she has been showing off in French movies since she was the French-version of barely legal (I suspect Seigner probably had to keep her nubile co-star here away from her notorious husband). Seriously, LeBeco is also a very decent actress, and this movie is really both a classy French dramatic thriller AND a pretty hot inter-generational, bisexual sex romp. But if you prefer the former, I'd also recommend the similar French film "Love Crime", and if you prefer the latter, I'd recommend the film "Nathalie" with the other French Emmanuelle, Emmanuelle Beart (which was recently re-made as Canadian/US co-production "Chloe").

As for THIS film though, it's not "All About Eve", but it's certainly not a waste of time either.

Had potential but falls back on the old French staple of style over substance. Some suspense but drifts and feels contrived.

Performance-wise, Isild Le Besco is irritating but Emmanuelle Seigner provides the suitable gravitas and hedonistic randomness as the pop star.