My Micmacs review has been a struggle, it has to be said.
I also started to compare Micmacs to Ajami, an Israeli drama I watched last year that bears no resemblance to Micmacs whatsoever apart from the fact that it has two characters who are so alike that I thought they were the same person.
In the end I complained so much to Mrs The Incredible Suit about my woeful inadequacy to articulate my thoughts that she got sick of my whining and told me to put a few bullet points down and come back to it later. Well I liked the first half of that plan, but I wasn’t too keen on the ‘coming back to it later’ bit, so with a blatant disregard for accepted methods of coherent writing, here are the essential elements I was going to expand upon in my Micmacs review:
- Typically over the top bonkers French comedy
- Two characters who I thought were the same bloke for the first half-hour because they look similar and I may have nodded off at an important bit because it was Friday afternoon
- Inspired set-pieces where the goodies play the baddies off each other
- Looks amazing
- Slightly uncomfortable / incongruous stuff in a screwball comedy about how terrible arms dealing is
- Where does it fit on the Jeunetometer?
Anyway just to be clear, I liked Micmacs once it settled down and I could work out what was going on. To expand upon my last bullet point, of director Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s films that I’ve seen, it probably fits into his sliding scale of goodness something like this:
Thanks for bearing with me. You’re diamonds, the lot of you.
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