The Rules of the Game

The Rules of the Game ★★★★½

It's a great farce that has that underlying element of melancholy required to transcend the form. It takes a little while to get going, for my tastes, but by the time we get to the ball it's a dynamic little whirlwind of disaster. I'm deeply impressed by the fluidity of both the story and the camerawork.

It's also a lovely eat-the-rich movie, excepting that none of the rich get eaten. Metaphorically or otherwise. The pain falls on the heads of the hangers-on, which is of course the point. The foibles of the French pre-war aristos is a bit less interesting to me than (say) Silicon Valley, so in that sense I suppose this is dated, but the underlying principles are sound.

Jean Renoir was brilliant, swanning around in the middle of the whole thing. I spent the first quarter of the movie thinking of him as cheerful Timothy Spall.

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