the opinion of the “world” – not to be missed
Let us hope that the abstention records recorded in France during the last regional elections do not apply to Anne Fontaine’s new film. If this were the case, the spectators would then deprive themselves of a moment of pure pleasure and frank laughter – opportunities rarely offered in these times of pandemic and disillusionment. So that sulking Presidents under the pretext that he talks about politics, and that this one annoys, amounts to misunderstanding and taking the wrong path. The humorous mood with which the filmmaker approaches her subject is communicative. It allows you to mock without nastiness or squeaking. Even if the tool is double-edged, revealing at the same time the hypocrisies, the pettiness, the petty baseness of power, and the weaknesses of those who exercise it.
In Presidents, they are two. The first, Nicolas (Jean Dujardin), former President of the Republic beaten in the last elections by a certain François (Grégory Gadebois), is bored in his apartment at 16e district of Paris. The man may vacuum and take his ratter out of Prague several times a day, depression is on his mind. While his wife (Doria Tillier), a lyric singer whose vocalizations twist his ears, sparkles, he dies. These two, however, love each other. Nevertheless: Nicolas turns in circles. His ideas too.
The second, François, after a first term as head of state, did not run for a second five-year term. He chose to retire in Corrèze, in a small sheepfold where he lives happy days. His companion (Pascale Arbillot), veterinarian, is no stranger to this newfound happiness. They met when François, worried about the health of his pony, came to consult her. If she failed to save the animal, she saved the man. Because he too, when everything stopped, had a bad quarter of an hour. Fortunately, the fresh air, the beehives, the good local products and the countryside have perked up the man. No more insomnia, migraines and cold sores. For nothing in the world, he wouldn’t go back.
Meanwhile, another campaign, presidential this one, is in full swing. At the top of the polls: Marine, candidate for the National Front. The opportunity is too good for Nicolas, who finds there an argument to revive. However, he cannot win alone and takes it into his head to convince François to team up with him to fight the candidate. Facing “Fascist peril, to the brown plague, to the black shirts, to the barbed wire », the socialist François, “With the good face of a provincial pharmacist”, shouldn’t be hard to convince. A little flattery on that, and the case will be over. Feverish and renewed enthusiasm, Nicolas prepares his suitcase, embarks his driver (Jean-Charles Clichet), the dog, and leaves for Corrèze.
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