The Intouchables

I went to see The Intouchables yesterday! It made me laugh quite a lot, though immediately afterwards I would stop myself and wondering if it was appropriate to laugh at a paraplegic’s inability to feel hot water being experimentally poured on his legs.

I wouldn’t call it a heart warming story, but I still found it quite touching in its frankness.

“These street guys have no pity.”

“That’s what I want… no pity.”

On our deathbeds, or in a restricted physical state, is the thing we look for compassion or pity?

This film made me consider that sometimes, even if compassion and pity seem comfortable options, what one might really need is not someone to understand and accept our fears, but rather to make you see them for what they really are – small and insignificant. Driss walks into Philippe’s life and picks up the unnecessary insecurities, laughs at them as though they were a singing tree, then proceed to promptly throw the crap out the window. He drives the flashy Maserati instead of the pragmatic delivery van, reminding us that as long as you are still breathing, you have a life to live.

Of course, there are some reflective moments when Driss and Philippe open up about their pasts but the film does not dwell on these scenes. The friendship was not intended to be shown as sometime dramatic or life-changing. Instead you watch as two people grow into each other, influencing each other, and enjoying each others company. It did not come across as a movie about triumphantly overcoming social divisions. Instead you forget the social differences even exist as you watch and just appreciate the innocent joy of friendship in all its shapes and sizes.


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