After a rock abduction and a relaxing passage in thalasso, the reactionary writer Michel Houellebecq finds himself again in front of the camera of Guillaume Nicloux for a third comedy: In White's skin Houellebecq. Casting XXL, absurd of the best Dupieux but especially confusing opacity, this feature film by Nicloux astonishes once again... Its next release in physical format is the opportunity to (re)discover this mysterious object.

Not one, not two, but 10 Houellebecq!

A similar competition of Michel Houellebecq presented by Blanche Gardin is taking place in Guadeloupe. The occasion for the writer approached for the Nobel Prize to jump into the plane and enjoy the tropics, as a guest of honor of this event not like the others. But arriving on the spot, Houellebecq will attract in his wake a cloud of very rocky troubles...

Guillaume Nicloux has (and it's a litot to say) a rather eclectic filmography! Between the prodigious The Confins of the world diving alongside Gaspard Ulliel in the scum of the Indochina war, the social horror film The Tower who had rather convinced the editor of MaG to Gérardmer, here he extends his duo of acidic comedy centered on Michel Houellebecq with this third opus. And the approach is the same: raw photography of de-offrage, scrubding the border between fiction and reality, multiplication of cameos, immoderate taste of absurdity and grinning comedy...

And the opening of this In the skin of Blanche Houellebecq That's enough to intrigue. A Houellebecq babines in the wind, ready for a figure in the next Royal Canin pub, stings on a beach hand in hand with Blanche Gardin. Does Nicloux take us into a romantic comedy that he will have fun rotting from inside? Not so sure! Because after this prologue, exits the beaches and places to the Parisian grayness in an even duller sequence, appearance format DV. There is one Gaspar Noah pitching his next movie to a catatonic Houellebecq (pleonasm!) before Jean-Pascal Zadi and Françoise Lebrun don't land... This is what we can call an abracadabrantesque start!

At the collision!

So how can we approach this strange object, whose nature is never understood well? The sentence placed in frontispiece of the work can give us a first track:

« Laughter is the first step towards liberation. We start by laughing. So we laugh at each other. So we can fight.»

Release? Free from what? Did Guillaume Nicloux take his fetish reactionary writer – grabatary at the same time, a racist hair, deliberately polemic – to talk about colonization? To evoke the current issue of neocolonialism, the situation in Kanaky putting it on the front of the stage more than ever? Maybe. Or maybe it's the opposite. This permanent bipolarity, this constant opacity, will bathe all the work, in the image of its two main protagonists that everything (or almost all) opposes...

Singing of the absurd

Between Blanche Gardin – a humorist rather marked on the left, playing with his characters of reac In the skin of Blanche Houellebecq Go constantly masked. Reactionary or progressive? Beast or smart? Worked or superficial? Engaged or in-house? Nicloux never makes a choice and constantly multiplies its axes without ever clarifying its words.

Paradoxically, that's what makes this film so rich. And this bipolarity seems to be the same as Nicloux feels in the face of the writer whom he has just shot in three feature films: a certain interest, perhaps a bit of admiration, but more surely a great pity and a certain disappointment. All these contradictory feelings feed the absurdity of In the skin of Blanche Houellebecq which, after the first few minutes in Paris very little stimulating visually and intellectually, ends up finding a cruising rhythm in the absolutely exciting absurd. Hairstyled with a perfect length of 88 minutes, don't let the presence of the more and more annoying Houellebecq throw you away, the film is worth (more than widely) the glance!

Data sheet

DVD Zone B (France)
Publisher: Blaq Out
Duration: 84 min
Release date: 16 July 2024

Video format : 576p/25 - 2.39
Soundtrack : French Dolby Digital 5.1 (and 2.0)
Subtitles French

In the skin of Blanche Houellebecq

Drinking the Stephen Kings as the apricot syrup of my native country, I first discovered cinema through its (often bad) adaptations. I'm married to Mrs. Wilkes as much as a persistent Stockholm syndrome, I am gradually opening up to videoclub films and B-series peasers.Today, I wander between my favorite cinemas, film festivals and the edges of Helvetic lakes much less calm than they look.

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