Our Day Will Come

Anticipation rises like The Lady Of The Lake from the fetid waters of cine-mediocrity. A director, famed for edgy pop videos, whose imagination has the rep for cutting through convention with unexpected brutality has made his first feature film. This is it.

Don't be surprised if the plot shatters your conception of a well told tale. Anarchic humour morphs into madness, coupled with racist overtones and a disregard for sensibility. If violence is the language of the lost, these characters know it by heart. Somewhere a little voice asks, "Where am I? Can I leave now?"

Remy (Olivier Bartelemy) is a tall, gangly teenager, whose lack of self-belief allows him to be mocked and bullied by his peers. Even at home, his mother and sister gang up to make his life a misery. He doesn't have the balls to fight back, finally fleeing in despair into a dark, dank night, where he is picked up by Patrick (Vincent Cassel), a psychiatrist with the daddy and mummy of mid-life crises.

Without planning, or knowledge of what they are doing, they embark upon a road trip, involving an assortment of vehicles. Their adventures are bizarre and increasingly nasty. Patrick endevours to change Remy's natural inclination towards victimhood, succeeding in turning him into a fascist bully. Of course, underneath, he remains the nerdy weakling his mother despises, especially when it comes to sex. As Patrick enjoys the delights of three foreign girls in a hotel bedroom romp, Remy battles with his demon. Is he gay? Is he straight? Is he interesting?

No, yes, no.

The film is not so much shocking as baffling. Patrick plays the god of misrule with an innocent virgin. His motives are never clear. The humour may be dark, but the journey sickens.