Uplifting without the usual Hollywood sugar-coating, this simple tale kept reminding me of a modern-day Capra.
Wes Anderson without the stuffiness, Kaurismäki has crafted a sweet, quietly rewarding film that strikes a great balance between quirk and gravitas.
Beautifully acted. Wonderfully oddball characters. A lot of warmth. However almost too fanciful for its own good. Lacking any real dramatic weight and so nothing about the ending has any impact. Instead it feels a like a weirdly ironic nod to a conventional happy ending without the conviction that it could really happen. Left me more puzzled than delighted.
When a man looks at life on earth, with the eyes of a distant, detached creature, who seems to experience things as we know them, for the first time, the effect can be sublime. Everything, from a kid running, to the most remote movement of an eye, is beheld through the lens of eternity. Only a poet can do that. Aki Kaurismäki is a poet.
One of the most clever pieces of Le Havre is the nationalist played by Jean-Pierre Léaud, with a stick up his ass calling the cops any time he sees Idrissa in the streets. Kaurismäki apes aspects of "french new wave" style to a beautiful effect, but uses its living symbol as a signifier of French racism - both separating himself from -- and re-appropriating -- a dated form. It makes for great parody.
Kaurismaki, el único cineasta de hoy día que puede tomarse su tiempo dedicándole un plano a las manos de un hombre armando un regalo. ¿Por qué vemos eso y no nos molesta? Porque es un cineasta justo. Le Havre es, en toda su humanidad, una película hecha de pequeños gestos de justicia poética. Un film que puede llegar a verse como anticuado, anacrónico si se quiere, pero nada mas lejos: es esta una película actual.
I wonder if this film, as it is, would have got the same appreciation if somebody less well-known directed it. Probably not. All in all, I'm glad I saw Leaud even for a couple of seconds.
Have followed the work of Kaurismaki for years and it had been far too long since his last. A beautiful film very much a product of today's world. The fear of immigration and the bureaucracy of administering 'justice' framed within a story of a childless man who just wants to do the right thing. Wilms and Darraussin perfectly cast with the usual greatness of Kaurismaki's stock company familiar from so many pics.
One of the sweetest, anti-cynical films I've seen in a long while. Amazing how declarative and unrealistic the acting is, and yet how emotionally-effective. Similar in tone to Jarmusch's Broken Flowers, but occupying a Kaurismaki world all its own, made up of the smallest most beautiful touches (onions, jumpers, a blues record, breakfast on a sea-cliff).