Lets set the scene from
my end. You’re not planning on going out, but you find your local
cinema has a foreign film on (shock, horror). Now I’ve had some poor
cinema experiences recently and I know that those little oiks will stay
well clear of subtitles and French choral singing. Luckily, it turned
out well as it was myself and a young couple who I worried would just suck
face in the back row, but instead sat there and enjoyed this little pleasure
of a film.
We have seen this all
before in Dead Poets Society, Sister Act and Goodbye Mr.
Chips. A good teacher at a bad school, in this case L’Fond Egant
(translated ‘Rock Bottom’), who finds himself re-establishing himself as
a teacher and something to gain the attention of the children with: the
choral singing gives the children something to concentrate on and gives
him the reason to write music again. The reason as to why he stopped
writing is never explained, but his leaving of a female muse is favourite.
There is also the talented student who is initially unwilling, but whose
flashback this movie belongs to, emphasising the teacher’s influence on
his eventual career as a world-famous conductor. However, the scenes
between master and student are not expanded enough to warrant such a significant
influence.
Despite these plot holes
and obvious amount of cliché, the lead actor Gerald Jugnot is wonderful
and spritely in his role and he is equalled by the headmaster, Kad Mared
who brings a headmaster role some grit behind a horrid character who wants
acclaim but yearns for some childhood memory. The singing and children
are well mannered and reaches the right level of sentiment, never reaching,
nor pulling heartstrings.
In spite of it being foreign,
the themes are universal about teacher and pupil, becoming who you are
from an early age. And even though we have seen it all before and
it is full of cliché (much like myself repeating myself) it does
offer good value for 90 minutes of entertainment.
Jamie
Garwood