A boy wins the hearts of everyone he meets with his stoic non-expressions. I liked the world of Le Havre but a police inspector who comically wears the same outfit like a cartoon villain. Srsly? I enjoyed it though. Also, what's with Little Bob's complex? Is it his height? *just wondering*
Worn-out people in worn-out places doing melodramatic things meant ironically. Kaurismaki does it again, and I don't care anymore.
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.