Mario Perazzelli
This was very interesting and funny. Not being biased by Hollywood(crap) and most American(crap) stuff, this is refreshing and does not transport the stupid unintelligent crap that most Hollywood movies do, to the exception of one, and it is actually to make fun of the superficial idiots that make it their way of life.The family, although very bizarre, is very united and stands together, to the opposite of most north American wannabe families. It is hearth warming to see so much love even in hard times and from people with not so much brains, with the exception of the kid! Brilliant play by the way!So to those that are NOT into the Hollywood crap, this is a very good movie. Worth the time totally.
ElMaruecan82
"People of the North have in their eyes the blue lacking in their sky and in their heart the sun that forgot to shine"This beautiful poetry comes from Enrico Macias, a French singer with Algerian roots, in other words, a Mediterranean or the least likely background to pay tribute to the North. But the lyrics couldn't have a truer resonance as they are very evocative of all the traits characterizing one of the most underrated regions of France, where my wife was born and where my daughter's grandparents live: this is how connected I am to it anyway. And naturally, when she watched the 'Tuches', she found the portrayal of Northern people spot-on. The film clearly mocks all the archetypes, most would only appeal to French audience, but to use an old cliché, we don't laugh at the Tuches, but with them.The Tuches is the closest French family to the concept of the Beverly Hillbillies, as North can be considered as France's 'Midwest'. North is the area whose only hills were made of coal mines and the setting of Emile Zola's unforgettable "Germinal". A singer from the North, the late Pierre Bachelet, sung "In the North, there was the mining village, in the North, there was coal", the song is the hymn of the region, even more poignant after the 80's crisis and subsequent deindustrialization increased unemployment's stats. North ultimately became synonym of economical crisis, fittingly conveying that grayness spilling over the sky, to be erased with some sun in hearts and fun in bars. The film starts with an exhilaration of that lively North touch, or Tuche … they're poor, they have no jobs, no future, but they enjoy the present. The father is Jean-Paul Rouve, a former comedian who used to mock the North accent and didn't seem to pull much an effort to incarnate a mechanic and occasional soccer coach. Isabelle Nanty is the caring and loving housewife and the number-one-fan of Princess Stéphanie of Monaco. The actress contradicts Macias' song, in a good way, as I'm not sure I saw a sky as blue as in her beautiful eyes. The rest of the cast includes the big brother spending his time in two sofas, a cars' magazines in one hand, a remote control in another. The sister (of course named Stéphanie) idolizes Paris Hilton, which says enough about her IQ.The strike of originality comes from the narrator, the family's baby, a precocious child, named Donald. An odd name? Blame it on the nurse who called him a little ducky. By the way, names aren't that an issue in North, which is famous for being so impregnated by TV culture that you'll find many kids named after famous series' characters, Cindy, Jessica, not to mention Dylan or Bradley. "Social cases" -as my wife calls them- love American names, and the 'Tuches' are no exception. Last but not least, there's the lunatic gibberish-speéaking grandmother, played by Claire Nadeau (who still looks prettier than all the family members). The Tuche's lifestyle takes a new departure when they win the lottery and move to Monaco. A fitting choice since they owe their victory to the mother playing her birthday's and Stephanie's numbers. I first thought that the Tuches' carelessness regarding money would kind of weaken the point of becoming rich, but since the set-up is established in the first five minutes, I knew we had to deal with a promising comedy of opposition, à la Frank Capra or Preston Sturges... expectations quickly meeting with disappointment. Apart from a few great moments, especially when Tuche father corrects the estate agent about his name (my wife was literally shoking from laughter) the film's treatment is rather superficial, and is particularly revealing of French screenwriters' dryness in inspiration. As usual, it's all about some one-liners here and there, some cute gags, but as far as story goes, there's nothing to get you hooked and the treatment of some characters was too superficial to succeed whether on a comedic or a dramatic level. Take the Lebanese woman married with a workaholic businessman (who looked more like a Mafiosi). Naturally, Olivier Baroux (the director) didn't expect some audience to distinguish between a woman from Middle-East and the actress who was obviously from North Africa, just because people are Arabs doesn't make them look the same. That woman was a living cliché, showing that when an Arab woman is rich, she can drink, wear sexy swimsuits and fantasize on sexy lifeguards. It's just as if the film tried to maliciously point out that only money can buy an Arab woman the freedom to act like a European, but still, she's an Arab, hence taken care by her husband. It's the same superficiality that undermined the credibility of "The Italian", another social-ethnic-driven movie from the same director, and that took the wrong way, for liberalism's sake. And being liberal doesn't excuse shallowness. For instance, the brother Wilfred, was not too sure about his sexuality but couldn't express it because of his father's continuous "we ain't fags" slogans. The revelation just seems like coming out of nowhere, with no tie whatsoever to the plot. You can't have a twist on such an uninteresting character. What the film should have done was to keep on focusing on the little one, and his partnership with the Arab father was one of these twists that worked. The film was capable of a goodness it ignored for the most part, a pity because the film had a heart and enough material to be a lovable fantasy, with some good deal of social commentary.The ending brings us the obligatory 'money doesn't buy love and happiness' but I guess it's easy to keep it natural when you know the bank account is safe, and can afford the blue and the sun that lacks in your setting. See, I wasn't too sure on the film's punch line either.
Jeliosjelios
The film uses a recent phenomenon appears with the creation of national lottery games like "euromillion" with astronomical money gain for ordinary people.A total change of way of life with his social differences are a good plot for a comedy, (maybe too much.) Here despite a very good team with Jean Paul Rouve, Isabelle Nanty, Olivier,... the film does not take off. The film uses all possible social "clichés" of this situation, without be "grotesque". The film is completely flat (or empty) and finally becomes uninteresting, boring.Not 0 but disappointing
