Thursday, June 11, 2020

Classic Movie Review: Police (1985)

Police (1985) 
Directed by: Maurice Pialat   
Written by: Catherine Breillat and Sylvie Pialat and Jacques Fieschi and Maurice Pialat.
Starring: Gérard Depardieu (Louis Vincent Mangin), Sophie Marceau (Noria), Richard Anconina (Lambert), Pascale Rocard (Marie Vedret), Sandrine Bonnaire (Lydie), Franck Karoui (René), Jonathan Leïna (Simon), Jacques Mathou (Gauthier), Bernard Fuzellier (Nez Cassé), Bentahar Meaachou (Claude), Yann Dedet (Dédé), Mohamed Ayari (Momo), Abdel Kader Touati (Maxime), Jamil Bouarada (Jean), Bechir Idani (Barman René), Sylvain Maupu (Clément). 
 
The first half of Maurince Pialat’s Police seems to be a gritty police procedural – but a tough cop Mangin (Gerard Depardieu) trying to break a drug ring, and doesn’t care to play by the rules to do it. It opens with Mangin getting a tip from a criminal – who knows his two options are to flip or go to jail. This leads Mangin and his men to the apartment of Simon (Jonathan Leina), who is from Algeria, and his young girlfriend Noria (Sophie Marceau) – who Mangin brings in for questioning. For the first hour of the movie we watch as Mangin and his men do increasingly violent, corrupt things to try and get the results they want. They want a confession, and even if they have no evidence, they’ll push harder and harder and harder to get it. There is nothing against Simon and Noria for example other than the testimony of the guy who flipped – the cops find nothing in their apartment. But that doesn’t mean they’ll let Simon and Noria go. It also doesn’t mean they are innocent either – as the movie makes clear they are not.
 
The film’s main writer was Catherine Breillat – who had already directed a couple of films by this point, but here is writing for Pialat. She is, as always, interested in the sexuality of teenage girls – here, the 19-year-old Noria. For the first hour, this film feels like it is about the thin line between cops and criminals – how similar they are, and can be. Depardieu’s Mangin feels like a villain – a heartless, violent middle aged man who doesn’t care about right or wrong, or the truth – and who will do anything to get a confession. And Noria feels like a doe eyed, fresh faced victim – perhaps her boyfriend dealt some drugs, but now she is being dragged down and punished right alongside him – even with no evidence.
 
Then, a strange thing happens about halfway through the movie. It jumps ahead a few weeks – Noria has been released from jail, but Simon is still inside, even without much in the way of evidence against him. We end up spending less time in the police station – and more time outside of it, with the same people. Mangin becomes a more complicated character – even somewhat sympathetic – a lonely widower, hardly a true believer in his police work either. He doesn’t think twice of hanging out with defense lawyer Lambert (Richard Anconina), who like everyone else in the film is morally bankrupt. Much of the second part of the film is a long night out with Mangin, Lambert, Noria (who hired Lambert) and young prostitute Lydie (Sandrine Bonnaire) – who Lambert likes, and is trying to get Mangin to arrest her pimp to get her away from her. Lambert falls for Noria – and starts to believe it’s love. But it’s more complicated than that for Noria – who may have stolen some money from Simon’s family, and is looking for protection.
 
One can certainly argue that the film’s view is a little misogynistic – as during the course of the movie the violent, abusive cop becomes a more complex, sympathetic character, whereas the doe eyed seeming victim becomes cold and calculating – using men to get what she wants. She essentially becomes a femme fatale – using stupid men for her own purposes. This is, oddly, in line with much of Breillat’s work – and it always rubs me the wrong way.
 
And yet, Police still largely works – even with this. It is mainly because in Pialat’s film, everyone is flawed, everyone is corrupt. The line between good and evil doesn’t exist, as everyone is corrupted in some way, shape or form. Can you really feel bad for Depardieu’s Mangin – given what we see him do, even if Noria leaves him heartbroken? And given everything we see in the film, is Noria really worse – or just responding to the circumstances that she had in front of her? It’s a testament to the performances by Depardieu and Marceau that they end of complicating these characters, who could have seemed like constructs created by a screenwriter to cynically manipulate.
 
In the end, Police is an odd film – it lures you in with the promise of a genre picture – a procedural – only to eventually conclude that the procedure doesn’t matter. It is about the system, not this case, and the people inside – all of whom get used, but none of whom are innocent.  

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