- Actors: Emmanuel Schotté, Séverine Caneele, Philippe Tullier, Ghislain Ghesquère, Darius
- Directors: Bruno Dumont
- Writers: Bruno Dumont
- Producers: Jean Bréhat, Rachid Bouchareb
- Format: Color, DVD-Video, Subtitled, Widescreen, NTSC, Import
- Language: English, French
- Subtitles: English
- Region: Region 1 (US and Canada This DVD will probably NOT be viewable in other countries. Read more about DVD formats.)
- Aspect Ratio: 1.85:1
- Number of discs: 1
- MPAA Rating:
- Studio: Fox Lorber
- Release Date: Feb. 13 2001
- Run Time: 148 minutes
- Average Customer Review: 18 customer reviews
- ASIN: B000056HTM
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Bruno Dumonts (The Life of Jesus) controversial and award-winning film follows a police detective trying to solve a brutal rape and murder of an 11 year-old girl.
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Decided quiet and thoughtful slice of life movie. Interesting to view an unromantic part of France for a change!May 17, 2014
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The plot is slow but the progress is interesting to follow as most of us would certainly be startled with these types of events occurring in your own town.
May 21, 2004
Not for those who like action films, not for children and not a good first date film, Humanite is nonetheless a subtle masterpiece that molds the putty of murder mystery into a psychological thriller of infinite pathos. This Cannes winner begins with a disturbing shot of a violated 11 year old who is murdered. Then it founders in the minimalist, even nonplot aftermathh of this horror. A subplot of an erotic crush, repressed homosexuality, and a work strike follow as we follow this colorful noir about a touched superintendent (lead detective) who is the great grandson of a religious painter who paints, among other things, beautiful little girls, It then seems to go nowhere as the detective, who lives with his mother after losing his own child and woman, founders about in the sort of police activity that is more like the bureaucratic incompetence of most police cases than the plot twists of a murder mystery and thriller. In the end however we realize that this is far more than a successful whodunit. The lack of action is motivated by a world-weary denial that has religious overtones of the fall and indicts us all for complicity in what might be called reality's constitutive crime against innocence, symbolized by the opening rape murder and the gap between trying to comprehend it and the necessary but ultimately insupportable thought that the forces that led to it are absolutely alien to those observing. Not for the squeamish, and yet more so perhaps than life. The solution to the crime and the ability to look at ourselves are here inseparable-suggesting a symbolic meaning beyond the opening horror of this haunting and strangely realistic French film.
May 7, 2001
According to Amazon, people who purchased this film also bought the movie "L'Ennui." Well, this movie offers "ennui" with a vengeance and an additional purchase might seem redundant. This movie is so poor, it manages to progress from mind-boggling to mind-numbing in record time. The fact that it won two major Cannes "acting" awards says far more about the pretentiousness of the Cannes Film Festival than it does about acting ability. The movie lasts nearly two and a half endless hours, of which an hour and a half could easily have been edited out with no loss to content. The story concerns a police superintendent, Pharaon DeWinter, who is called upon to investigate the rape and murder of an eleven-year-old child. DeWinter, for starters, is unbelievable as a cop. People who investigate violent crimes and child abuse on a daily basis must have the ability to keep their emotions in check or they would be unable to achieve any type of objectivity or progress. Well, DeWinter is sensitive, warm and fuzzy, and completely unsuited for this job. When he's not weeping or hugging someone as his investigation regresses, he spends his off-hours with a female friend, Domino, and her handsome boyfriend Joseph. Early in the film, DeWinter walks in on the two of them having sex. Does he turn around and leave like most people might? 'Course not. He watches the entire performance until the lovers are spent. Observing this voyeurism, Domino, silly woman, thinks DeWinter is attracted to HER! I, being an observer of many dreadful French movies over the years, automatically know whom he REALLY is attracted to. I should mention that in all dialogue scenes between DeWinter and anyone else, especially Domino and her boyfriend, there are obligatory pauses, usually of a minute's duration, between a statement and a response. Of course, the statements are so matter-of-fact, even banal -- dare I say it? -- that they require at least a minute to respond in kind. In fact, I suspect the definition of hell must be this -- to be locked in a room for eternity with these exciting folks. Oh, did I forget to mention that Joseph, the boyfriend, also happens to be a school bus driver, who was off the day of the murder but who normally drives the children home from school using the same route? He even confides -- gosh! -- to DeWinter that he hates kids!!! (Hint, hint....) The raped and murdered girl, by the way, met her untimely end while walking home from the bus drop-off point after school. If you're starting by now to figure out the predictability of this totally predictable story, you win a gold star! As for the sex scenes, they're a soft-X. Whenever Domino is feeling horny, which is frequently, she starts squeezing her crotch. French subtlety at work! Another example -- Joseph offers DeWinter a pair of Domino's panties to sniff. He is positively repulsed! With all that squeezing going on, who could blame him? But he's not repulsed when he catches Joseph urinating against a wall. DeWinter bats his eyes and practically swoons dead away from this riveting experience, one of the movie's bizarre acting highpoints. Then later, when Domino tries to seduce DeWinter by stripping and squeezing her crotch yet some more, he rejects her! What a surprise! Finally, when after 2 1/2 hours, if your eyes haven't glazed over completely, and discover that the murderer is exactly who you thought it was from the first reel, DeWinter reacts by giving the killer a long, slow kiss. Shocked? Not really. Just bewildered that anyone could have been taken in by this rotten waste of time -- yours and everyone else's. The camera work, by the way, is about as exciting as the dialogue, which is to suggest that in comparison, it makes Andy Warhol's work on the Empire State Building seem like "The Terminator" for quick cuts.
September 16, 2001
Pharaon de Winter (Emmanuel Schotte), the main character of Bruno Dumont's "Humanite" is so full of angst and self loathing that he is rendered almost speechless and motionless, which are not positive traits when you are a detective searching for the murderer of an 11 year old school girl. Pharaon's "back-life" includes his mother, with whom he is living again after the death of his wife and child, and his neighbors Domino (Severine Caneele) and her boyfriend Joseph (Phillipe Tullier). "Humanite" and Dumont's previous film "Life of Jesus" share many of the same stylistic traits: long quiet stretches where nothing happens, characters complaining about the hot weather and doing nothing about it and overt sex scenes to name a few. On the DVD version of this film there is an interview with Dumont in which he says that his main concern is the relationship between the viewer and the film not the relationships among the characters themselves! He also states that he was a philosophy student and teacher before becoming a film maker which explains a lot about the didactic, cold, almost bloodless quality of his films: Dumont is out to teach us something whether we like it or not. Despite this, we do grow to care about the sad-sack Pharaon, sex-pot Domino and slightly looney Joseph because the actors do such a sterling job of creating characters who though severely flawed, are nonetheless worthy of our concern and care. Though Dumont makes attempts to produce a thriller or "policier" as they say in french, he doesn't quite tie-up the murder investigation in the last scene which leaves us hanging as to the identity of the murderer....or does it?