Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

Film studies

Jeremy Clarke reports on his Low Life

issue 24 April 2010

I saw three films at the cinema last month. The first was a French-made job, with subtitles, called A Prophet. It was awarded the accolade of ‘best film’ at Cannes in 2009 and I drove the 20 miles to the arthouse cinema full of optimism. In the café beforehand for a cup of green tea and a slice of carrot cake (I know, I know — ponce), I asked the woman behind the counter if she’d seen it and what it was like.

The still-handsome, slightly intimidating woman in a green apron must have been a real stunner when she was young. She looked at me carefully before answering, as if deciding whether I was worth an honest opinion or not. She’d seen it in London, she said. What had stood out for her was the violence. It was a violent film from start to finish. If I wasn’t prepared for it, I should brace myself.

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