Cannibal (2004) from Tuna |
This is a French Canadian film released in the
English part of Canada as White Skin, and in the French part as La
Peau Blanche.
Marc Paquet is an English Lit major at a university in Montreal, and lives with Frédéric Pierre, a black student and wannabe author. Pierre has a girlfriend, but Paquet has had a long dry spell, so Pierre treats them to two hookers as a birthday present to his friend. Paquet explains that he doesn't find redheads attractive, because their skin is so light, and so was glad that Pierre ended up with Jessica Malka, whose hair is fiery red. We soon learn just how fiery she is when Paquet hears Pierre screaming for help. Malka has cut his throat, and he is barely holding her at bay. Once outnumbered, she escapes out the window. The two don't report the injury, as they don't want anyone to know there were patronizing hookers. They tell the hospital a story about a skinhead attack. The next day, Paquet sees a woman musician playing in the metro, and falls instantly in love, even though she is a redhead. They end up in bed, but she suddenly leaves, saying she should never have let it happen. He pursues her, and they become an item. When she informs him she has cancer, he is 100% supportive, but her problem is not really cancer, and Paquet begins to suspect the truth when he discovers that she is the sister of the throat-slitting hooker. I never thought I would be typing this, but it is a new slant on the vampire theme, and I enjoyed it. Writer/director Daniel Roby collaborated with the author of the original novel, Joël Champetier, on the screenplay, and the result was not just a good first feature, but a damned watchable movie! The film was beautifully shot in Montreal, which is a lovely city to see, and everything about the film is competent. The characters are likable and, if you accept the basic premise of the film, the story is plausible. Every time I thought I knew where the film was going, it changed direction. Best of all, it had a terrific surprise ending. In short, there are much worse ways to spend 92 minutes, and I look forward to Roby's sophomore effort. |
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