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Vincent Cassel, Hubert Koundé, Saïd Taghmaoui, Benoît Magimel, Édouard Montoute, François Levantal, Karin Viard, Peter Kassovitz, Vincent Lindon (mehr)Streaming (4)
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Irgendein Morgen in irgendeinem Sozialbau-Ghetto in irgendeinem Vorort von Paris: Nach einer Nacht voller Gewalt zwischen einer Gruppe Jugendlicher und der Polizei befindet sich die Siedlung im Ausnahmezustand. Es herrscht Krieg zwischen beiden Parteien! Der Grund? Ein Sechzehnjähriger ringt mit dem Tod, nachdem er in einem Polizeiverhör brutal zusammengeschlagen wurde. Getrieben von Hass gegen das System stehen auch Hubert, Said und Vinz an vorderster Front, an einem Tag, der ihr Leben verändern wird... (Arthaus/Studiocanal)
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Le monde est à vous. The protagonists don’t dwell on whether it’s just another day among thousands or the final one in a series. Instead, the viewer, with their vantage point from the outside, has the advantage of focusing on the causes that lead to the consequences. It’s pure urban cinema, a genre that French filmmakers have been unsuccessfully chasing in recent years. The final shot—or rather, the final sound—might leave you in suspense, but the spiral of hatred cares little about who is involved. What matters is its relentless acceleration. Le monde est à nous. ()
I can. I had a royal time watching this one-day glimpse into the lives of three Parisian teenagers. It is filmed with beautiful lightness and no stress. The black and white gives the film a gloomy, whimsical atmosphere and for that, I also give a thumbs up. Despite the fact that producers conceived this film as a drama, it rather left me with positive feelings. Many viewers may not appreciate a certain, somewhat empty script, almost no tension or plot. However, I don't mind such films once in a while. Hate is a very good evening relaxation, especially when Vincent Cassel keeps popping up constantly. For me, great satisfaction. ()
A French suburb, racial issues, riots, street fights and protests, black and white handheld camera. Hate may have ambitions to offer a complex viewpoint like, for instance, In the Name of the Father in the UK, but in the process the viewer finds that it actually skims the surface and remains merely shocking, without a broader dimension, like, for instance, Romper Stomper. It's not that the theme and its handling have no value or meaning, but one day of assholes fooling around in a concrete jungle with a few raw moments does not a legend make. ()
The line "The world is ours" runs through the entire film, almost predicting the future of France. Today, the French can’t complain about the state of their country because director Mathieu Kassovitz absolutely nailed it. And he did it ten years before the real public unrest even began. Seriously, hats off. The film captures the reality of different communities trying to coexist when they don't have many other options. Vincent Cassel’s performance is brilliant. ()
I've perhaps never experienced such anticipation for every new shot in a movie. Where they're going to put the camera this time, where the shot is going to come from, where it's going to take us. Every image, the layout of the characters in it, their body language, the setting of it in the real Paris and its suburbs, all create a strangely magical-realistic microcosm. This, unlike most French social dramas, is not altogether binary and yet has such a sympathetic childlike playfulness to it, reflected in the behavior and aimlessness of the actions of most of those involved. We don't know anyone’s backstory here, unless we project one onto them by virtue of their being an Arab, a Jew, a black man, or a cop. At the same time, the film constantly feels like a game where all the players know the rules, where Paris is a giant playing field where they all pretty much out of boredom just shove each other, double-cross each other, and chase each other between buildings, then they patch everything up again until someone breaks the code and a gun ends up in the hands of someone it shouldn't. Jusqu'ici tout va bien ()
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