First feature film ofAgathe Riedinger, Diamond Brut was selected in Cannes and arrived today at the GIFF (Geneva International Film Festival). Back on this little cinema nugget as solar as anxiogen in an express critique...

From Mom's apartment to reality TV

Liane (the great Malou Khebizi who dies in this film) lives with his mother and little sister in the south of France. While some of her friends are already mothers, she only dreams of one thing: becoming influential. And to fulfill this wish, she intends to get involved in a famous reality show. For that, she's ready for anything...

Tight format, granular image, Raw diamond goes – like its title – constantly blend the precious stone and the mud from which it is extracted into the image. A constant mixture of beautiful and ugly particularly visible in the landscapes filmed by Agathe Riedinger in the south of France: beautiful lights, splendid corners, an ultra-working image, but constantly scratched with a trait of ugliness. The furuncle of an industrial zone, the concrete carcan of a crouping river, the well-artificial zebras of a high-tension line...

A double movement – bag and bag – that finds itself in the very heart of its main protagonist, Liane. Constantly attracted by the brilliant as a pawn, she flies to make herself look. When she wears her favorite shoes it's to better destroy her feet, stuck in these deformed prisons. And if his videos reflect an ideal light, you should not see their backcountry much less glorious... Finally, the ultimate manifestation of this duality unfolds in the very existence of Liane, which claims to be perfectly free, but which in fact simmers in fact constantly in new dictates (appearance, behavior, shopping) integrated and automated.

Counterfield of reality television

A feature film that sheds light on everything reality TV does not show. Before starification, the structural risks of this system of ultimate enslavement of the body of the woman, the quest for appearance that ends up annihilating any real relationship and ultimately the destructive violence of these so-called social networks. These messages – answers to Liane's posts – are also quite skillfully disseminated through the Raw diamond with text boxes. Cardboards filling the screen with a litany of comments, almost impossible to read as they are numerous and not long enough displayed. Just like the dashing of comments – positive, negative or clearly violent – that ravages the underside of Internet posts. Again, with a certain ambivalence: whether pleasant or vomiting, these comments are necessary for Liane's existence on this network. Whatever. They're at least thinking about me.She confesses.

Anyway, you'll understand, Raw diamond is a diving as anxious as light in the sources of this new social environment made possible by social networks. Passionate, intriguing, no doubt a bit energizing but especially a rare beauty, a film not to be missed when it was released on November 20th.

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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