In an intelligent fashion, Hors Normes distils the 'disability' film which cannot be really experimented with and hence the sameness of the messages derived. However, despite the narrative predictability, this film does induce compassion, heavy tears, and, most importantly, helpfulness. I felt needed, I felt that I wanted to help these people as I've never done in my life. The writers of the film go for altruism and they succeed immensely.
The film's vigorous tension originates, hands down, from Cassel's beautiful performance. Certainly, the others perform well, especially Kateb with his very much needed levity-drivenness, but Cassel makes the thematic elements tangible and Cassel makes my balloon-like tears fall on my raised arm hair.
As mentioned, the subject matter thwarts any attempts for 'big-picture' narrative originality, however, the single scenes could've and should've benefited from fresher structuring. The development of a few scenes (e.g. Dylan smoking) is just awfully predictable. Pity.