NOT MY TYPE (PAS SON GENRE) (2014) by Lucas Belvaux
“The philosopher and the hairdresser”
A romantic comedy “a priori”, This would tell Inmanuel Kant if he watched this film.
At the beginning it achives with the rules of the genre: man meet woman, they fall in love, one of them make a mistake and…
This film is full of clichés: Clément, the typical philosophy teacher. He is more in the world of the forms, like Plato, tham in the real world. He always wears plain clothes, maybe boring, black, grey and darck blues are theirs tones. Him places, also, trace him, he is always surrounded by shelves fulled of books, tables with papers…the decorations of the him places is also boring, cool, impersonal. The light… him scenes are darks. All of this things finish him portrait, somebody rational and indifferent.
On the other side, She, Jennifer, the typical hairdresser, brilliant from head to toe. She is always covered with every colours of the rainbow, in her clothes and the curtains of her house. She is like a metalic powder explosión, like a sunshine, like a light. People around her speak, sing, with her.
Can sequins and sobriety rhyme in the same poem? Will Dostoievski, Kant, Prouts and Emile Zola be able to dance to the rhytmn of “I will survive”? Is it about that really the witter of the novel, Philippe Vilain, like the director of the movie, Lucas Belvaux, are talking us? Maybe they only propose and the espertator takes himself conclusions…
The lighting, the attrezzo, the soundtrack, are a nice packaging, but the dialogs reveal the real content: Every humans can love but each person makes it in a different way. When two ways fit in…that is like a magic!.
Traducido por: Iulia García.