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I’m not sure, but I think this is a comedy about sex offenders. I thought I was edgy, but apparently I’m just an asshole. What edgy really is, this film has taught me, is getting a couple of million dollars from the government to make a movie in which half the characters are rapists or pederasts. Essentially, there are two constants in Quebec film. One is that the characters speak gibberish, and the other is that the films are very casually amoral, so much so that you’re never quite sure if they’re pushing the envelope or filling it with Polaroids of eight year old boys getting violated.
The gibberish factor is what makes me say that I think the film is a sex offender comedy. I speak French, but Quebecers don’t, so it can be pretty hard to follow an un-subtitled film, unless you happened to have worked in a Gatineau paper mill for at least five years. The amorality thing is more interesting, however. Quebec has a long standing and resilient separatist movement, one dedicated to protecting Quebec’s unique culture of being like France had the entire population dropped out of grade school to grow pot on wheat farms. Essentially, I think all this separatist nonsense is just a smokescreen to keep people from coming into the province and telling them they can’t smoke in church, or sell alcohol to minors in a strip club. But every once in a while, the rampant, unabashed hedonism results in something immediately arresting, like this film or a herpes blister. What’s interesting about Que Dieu Benisse L’Amerique is that it’s so casual in its shocking subject matter; it’s not a sex offender movie, it’s a comedy for people that happen to find sex offenders funny. And that’s refreshing. The truly progressive movies are not the ones that sensationalize controversy, but rather the ones that treat unconventional subject matter as par for the course. href="http://www.oldies.com/product-view/0814GD.html">My Baby Is Black or Look Who’s Coming To Dinner don’t advance social causes, they exploit them. As much as I loathe to admit, it’s stuff like Will and Grace, where homosexuality is just part of life, that do the most good. Jesus, that Quebec film must be contagious. Now I’m speaking gibberish.