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Review: ‘The Intouchables’ Is A Crowd-Pleaser For Simpletons

Review: 'The Intouchables' Is A Crowd-Pleaser For Simpletons

The Intouchables” is a study in contrasts. In one corner, there is Phillipe (Francois Cluzet), a wealthy, white renaissance man paralyzed from the waist down. He is mobile, exiting his home for fine dining, purchasing artwork, and attending the opera. He cannot continue to live the finer life without assistance, however, and as the film begins, he is in search for a new aide.

In another corner is Driss (Omar Sy), an unemployed head of a full household, hustling to keep a roof over everyone’s head, even if it means deceiving the government. He earns welfare checks simply by the act of applying for jobs, openly requesting to potential employers that he be turned down for the job. He is black, in case you were wondering. Is basing a film around this contrast problematic? Congratulations, you may not be the core audience for this Gallic crowd-pleaser.

It’s impossible not to mention the seemingly preposterous $330 million plus worldwide gross, before a domestic release, that “The Intouchables” has already registered. For one, it’s a concise way of explaining that such predictable conceits have almost universal appeal. For another, it’s probably a more fruitful conversation than discussing the merits of the film itself, as it plays out exactly the way you’d expect.

Driss’ job interview for a position assisting Phillipe ends up being the least disastrous of the day’s registrants, as Phillipe is seen suffering through an endless parade of bumbling dufuses who want to treat him as an invalid. Driss is still rude and lazy, laughing at the opportunities of the actual job, and flirting with Phillipe’s shapely redheaded assistant, but his irreverence strikes a cord with Phillipe. Phillipe hires him, mostly to spite this disrespectful jerk, but also for somewhat more sensible reasons: he is the only applicant for the position who won’t pity Phillipe’s handicap.

Driss waffles, but he can’t shrink away from a chance at a paycheck, and begins to learn how to care for his new boss. At first, his lack of training shows, as he’s uncertain as to how Phillipe gets around, and is unwilling to help the man change and clean himself. But the three weeks an amused Phillipe has given his new employee to quit appears to have been a bit pessimistic, and Driss survives the probationary period despite no training or medical experience whatsoever. There are glimpses of the trouble at home with Driss‘ family, though given this position is a live-in job (with days off), we see very little of how this would affect the full house that depends on his financial support.

The film doesn’t miss a chance to draw a line between the sophistication of Phillipe and the simplicity of Driss. He stares, dumbfounded, as Phillipe spends thousands on abstract art that, to Driss, resembles finger painting. He attends the opera with Phillipe and cannot stop laughing and commenting loudly on the wardrobe of the actors. At worst, this behavior is appalling and rude. At best, Driss must be retarded. Phillipe, whom we are led to believe has been suffocated by living the high life from the neck up, is delighted. Do you have to guess there is a scene where Driss brays like an ass as Phillipe hires an orchestral troupe to play the classics? Did you predict that this is followed by Driss plugging in his iPod and playing ’70s R&B to Phillipe and his fellow upper-crust party guests? Was there a deleted scene where Driss swaps Phillipe’s Fellini DVDs with the “House Party” movies?

“The Intouchables” doesn’t miss a beat as far as following the formula of non-threatening crowd-pleasers, never once stooping to American conventions like heists, shootouts, sex or horrific violence, all of which, frankly, would be welcomed. Phillipe and Driss learn to grow through each others’ lives, only to find artificial obstacles to their own friendship, except that a film this dull-minded couldn’t possibly see what Driss has to bring to Phillipe, instead suggesting Driss as a matchmaker/unthreatening ethnic wingman for the paralyzed widower/rich white benefactor. His target, of course, is also well-read and well-mannered, but also quite conventionally pretty all on her own, and to Driss, the perfect sexual target for his employer/pal. It’s a crude moment, reinforcing this film’s concept of one man as knowing all the words to the book, and the other understanding the code of the street. [D+]

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why is it impossible to find a movie review that doesn't call a person without special needs retarded. Retarded doesn't mean stupid. Using it as the ultimate insult is both hurtful and demeaning to people with disabilities.


Can't believe there are people here actually defending this racist dreck. I think that D+ is very, very generous.

Lisa P.

Wait — you thought Driss was "an unemployed head of a full household"? Wow. No wonder you missed so much about this marvelously fun, entertaining film. It was about playfully using, and getting past, stereotypes, not about leadenly rehearsing and rehashing them.


this review is pretty awful. It's like the reviewer based his whole rejection of the film around a few moments of the movie (of which I completely agree some were a little clunky, like the classical-to-R&B dance party), and completely misunderstood the characters. Omar Sy was great, yes on the surface his role was a cliche but I thought he made it out to much much more. Cluzet was good as always. I loved the actress who played Sy's mom, I thought she was perfect in a muted but powerful part. The other supporting roles were definitely more cliche and showed that this was definitely a mainstream movie. The story didn't try to achieve too much and in this way I thought ended up being much more powerful than, say, Forrest Gump which seemed to me like it was trying to hit a homerun from the on-deck circle. Also you could've mentioned that this is based on a true story, I'm sure it explains some of the large success of the movie.

Should this film end up on the next Sight & Sound Top 10? No, of course not. But when a crowd-pleaser manages to actually get the perfect of sweetness, humor and depth right, it's something that deserves applause, not scorn. It didn't resonate with the reviewer and that's fine, but calling anyone who enjoys this a "simpleton" is pathetic. I usually enjoy the reviews on here, even when I disagree with the assessment, but for some reason this one irked me to no end.


"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."


I loved it. And I think you're totally wrong about how Driss is presented in relation to Phillippe. The film is completely about what the "streetwise" guy brings to the supposedly sophisticated one, and not the other way around. It's not especially nuanced in the way it makes this point, but that doesn't mean it can't be a charming film.

Gabe, seriously?

im surprised that you are still posting bad reviews.


At least this review is refreshing and closer to reality than most. Damn it's always so weird to see you guys somehow seem to feel the need to intellectualize a flick just cause it's french (barely joking here, just look at Luc Besson's productions or even funnier the way the so called french horror was received). And you keep making fun of us for our alleged love of Jerry Lewis. C'maaan.


A d+ for this wonderful film ? GTFO

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