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There's plenty of French star power in The Closet (Le Placard). This comedy must have been a fairly big deal in the Land of the Heavy Sauce; it stars Daniel Auteuil, Gérard Depardieu and Thierry Lhermitte, and was written and directed by Francis Veber. In U.S. terms, this is roughly equivalent to a movie starring, say, Robin Williams, Nick Nolte and Tom Hanks, directed by . . .
Well, America doesn't really have an equivalent to Veber, because we simply have Veber himself. A glance at his screen credits is startling -- you know all those French comedies that get made into American knockoffs? Veber is responsible for an astonishing number of them. He either wrote, co-wrote or directed the French films remade as The Birdcage, The Man With One Red Shoe, Fathers' Day, Three Fugitives, Pure Luck and The Toy.
Not exactly a roll call of high art, but Veber, firsthand, is better than the shadow of Hollywood mediocrity he casts. Probably the American filmmaker he most resembles is Blake Edwards in a less slapstick mode, though Veber's touch isn't quite as heavy. He's a highly skilled craftsman of bourgeois farce -- stuff just scandalous enough to wow the middlebrows without turning them off. That's not meant to denigrate Veber; it's a tough balancing act to pull off, and when it succeeds, the result is a movie that anyone other than the most uptight -- in either direction -- can enjoy. You can take your mom to it without being either embarrassed or bored.
Read M.V. Moorhead's interview with Michèle Laroque in this week's Lunch Meet
Veber's in fine form with The Closet, an expertly acted divertissement that may well be headed for a Yank incarnation within the next few years. Auteuil plays Pignon, a milquetoast divorced accountant for a company that makes condoms. When he loses his job, he's shattered because he won't be able to go on paying alimony, the only connection he still had with his indifferent ex-wife and increasingly distant teenage son.
Pignon is considering a leap off the balcony when his neighbor (the excellent Michel Aumont), a retired "industrial psychiatrist," talks him out of it. He proposes, instead, a scheme to get his job back: He will deliberately spread the rumor that Pignon is gay, and the company will be so terrified of seeming discriminatory -- and of alienating an important customer base -- that it'll keep him on at all costs.
Pignon is a quiet, close-to-the-vest type, and his physical manner is sort of prissy, which allows his colleagues to buy the gag. Lots of Gallic wackiness ensues.
Subtextually, this premise is, of course, one more variation on the Straight White Whine. Vaguely less discriminatory social policies toward women, minorities and gays translate -- in the straight white mindset -- to the lavishing of "special rights," all sorts of indulgent perks and advantages, on these groups. Other examples of this resentment have made it to the screen already; you may remember, with a shudder, super-Caucasian C. Thomas Howell painting his skin dark to get into Harvard Law School in 1986's Soul Man.
But with The Closet, Veber makes his similar, and similarly dicey, concept work. He's far too humane and far too canny to be unaware of the pitfalls in the material, and he shapes the story in ways that head off objection. The kindly neighbor, for instance, notes that he was fired 20 years ago for the same reason that Pignon is being kept on.
Pignon's co-worker Santini (Depardieu), a big macho ape who loves rugby and thoughtlessly tosses around homophobic jokes and racist epithets, is made the butt of a prank by another co-worker, Guillaume (Lhermitte), who convinces Santini that it's in his interest to make friendly overtures to Pignon. These Pignon understandably interprets as gay advances. Amazingly, Veber is able, thanks to Depardieu and Auteuil's remarkable acting rapport, to take this strand in an unexpectedly touching -- and still very funny -- direction.
Other subplots spin off in other directions: A female colleague (the charming Michèle Laroque) suspects Pignon's ruse, and Pignon's son finds his dad interesting now that he thinks he's gay. Pignon also encounters gay-bashing, and this development is the only one that feels jarring. Veber just can't give it the jolly, lighthearted tone that characterizes the rest of the film. The farcical comeuppance he gives the brutes who rough up Pignon isn't nearly sufficient as comic/poetic justice.
But even if these scenes misfire, Veber was smart to include them. Without at least a nod to the dangers of being gay, The Closet would lack that touch of gravity that the best farces seem to need.
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