Cult Cinema: Dupont Lajoie (1975) - Reviewed

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Several decades before French enfant-terrible Gaspar Noe sent shockwaves through the 2002 Cannes Film Festival shocker Irreversible, another French director whose work still remains largely unknown in the United States, all but singularly influenced the development of Noe’s provocative style of New French Extreme cinema with his completely scathing 1975 crime drama film Dupont Lajoie.  Also known in some territories as The Common Man and one of the earliest political films of his career, the film starts out as a blasé observation of casual French racism before ballooning into a startling and at times disturbing exercise in sociopolitical satire which has lost none of its acerbic staying power to time.
 
Every summer, Georges Lajoie (Jean Carmet) with his wife Ginette (Ginette Garcin) and son Leon (Jacques Chailleux) get together with old friends, the Schumachers and the Colins, for a holiday on LouLou’s campsite.  The Colins’ daughter Brigitte (a young Isabelle Huppert) has grown into a vivacious young adult woman who more than makes her presence known at the familial gathering.  One day during a local gaming event, Georges proceeds to rape and murder Brigitte but not before dumping the body near the barracks of immigrant Arabic workers, letting the racist mob mentality of the campers at the event take it from there.  All the while Georges is involved from start to finish, seemingly remorseless, in deflecting any and all suspicion away from himself.

 
A progenitor to both Noe’s I Stand Alone and Irreversible if there ever was one, particularly with how it depicts distinctly regional French racism as well as casting aspersions on an ineffective police system more interested in maintaining general peace even if it costs an innocent person their life in the process, Dupont Lajoie begins innocently enough with some measure of unease before closing on the viewer like a venus flytrap.  Initially elusive and sly before erupting into a confrontational leap into brutality, Boisset’s film is a savage rape revenge drama as social criticism of French racism and how much the actual wrongdoers lurk about as wolves in sheep skins.
 
Aided by a sardonic original score by Vladimir Cosma and lensed handsomely in 1.66:1 by Jacques Loiseleux, Dupont Lajoie doesn’t really show its brutal unforgiving face until the halfway mark when the style becomes grittier with a strong emphasis on handheld cinematography.  The film is carried almost entirely on the shoulders of Jean Carmet, already a veteran actor by this point, who is tasked with creating one of the most despicable characters in cinema history.  


Conniving, self-serving, sexist and overtly racist from start to finish, Georges Lajoie is rotten to the core but due to social systems in place is allowed to live out his life largely undetected.  Though only in a small turn as the rape victim, Isabelle Huppert also demands our attention as, even then, one of the great newcomer actresses who since has gone on to become one of the world’s most renowned and respected actresses.
 
Still unavailable in the United States but known to cinephiles as an indelible influence on the work of one of France’s torchbearers of the New French Extreme and regarded as one of Yves Boisset’s best works, Dupont Lajoie is by no means easy viewing.  It is however, indeed, darkly humorous for how it depicts mob mentality while the real perpetrator the mob is after seems to walk through the raindrops.  


Provocative for daring to ask which is the lesser of the two crimes and for how criminals can use racism to shield themselves from scrutiny or suspicion, Dupont Lajoie is a brutalizing but nevertheless important contemporary French drama which is just as blistering of a social critique now as it was when it was first unleashed on an unsuspecting French moviegoing public back in 1975.

--Andrew Kotwicki