By deleting and replacing a single letter with his spray paint on the billboard text, Saїd enacts a radical détournement, turningthe sentence "Le monde est à vous" (the world is yours) into "Le monde est à nous"(The world is ours). The image on the original poster represents Earth against a black background-the same one on which a Molotov bomb explodes in the opening sequence, a sort of leitmotiv in the whole film.
THE WORLD IS OURS LA HAINE MOVIE
"It's how you land.One of the most intense moments in the 24-hour long dérive (journey) of the three inhabitants of the Paris banlieue in the masterpiece movie La Haine (Hate) by Mathieu Kassovitz is when Saїd, the Moroccan guy, comes out of the group and - filmed from behind, at night - intervenes on an advertising billboard.
"It's not how you fall," he reminds us in a chilling coda. As long as we avoid facing up to the problems of race, corruption and economic division, he insists, we're bound for tragedy. "Hate" is Kassovitz's urgent alarm to the French and the world. "On the way down," Hubert says, "he says to himself, 'So far, so good.' Like us in the projects: So far, so good. One night, as the guys sit and look at the Paris cityscape and the Eiffel Tower, which symbolizes all the prosperity, romance and comfort they can never experience, Hubert tells a story he heard from a rabbi, about a man who fell off a skyscraper. It cuts deeper and shows us the foolishness of its characters as it mourns their inevitable tragedy. Unlike the spate of American " 'hood movies" we've seen in the past five years, which romanticize their gangsta protagonists at the same time that they deplore them, "Hate" has a plaintive, sympathetic chord that runs beneath the anger. "But who's going to protect us from you?" In one scene, Said and Hubert get picked up by a cop who stuffs them into an interrogation room, mostly because he wants to demonstrate the art of humiliation and intimidation - choke holds, racial epithets, sexual slurs - to his rookie partner.Įarlier, when the homeboys go to visit their injured friend at the hospital, the cops bar them and say, "We're here to protect you." Right, says Hubert. A billboard depicting Planet Earth says La Monde a Nous ("the world is ours"), and the irony of that statement is unmistakable.ĭeprived of work, respect and a healthy community, the buddies form an alternative family among themselves, bonded by a free-floating rage. The world they inhabit on the fringes of Paris is a bleak minefield of potential tragedy. Said is an Arab who plays tagalong, and Hubert is an African boxer who tries, mostly in vain, to temper Vinz's wild outbursts. Vinz, a Jew, is a walking time bomb who dreams of "smoking" a cop and likes to look in his mirror and pretend he's Travis Bickle, the wannabe assassin from "Taxi Driver" ("You talkin' to me?"). Shot in black and white and told in a 24-hour period, "Hate" follows a trio of disaffected homeboys - Vinz (Vincent Cassel), Hubert (Hubert Kounde) and Said (Said Taghmaoui) - the day after theirīuddy Abdel has been hospitalized because of a police beating.
FILM REVIEW - Paris Burning With `Hate' / Angry immigrants.
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