Monsieur Hire is the sort of film that makes you feel grubby just by watching it. Patrice Leconte takes what could have been a straightforward thriller and turns it into something sadder, stranger, and more uncomfortable: a story about loneliness, desire, and the way other people can decide who you are long before the facts turn up. It’s coolly made, but never cold.
Michel Blanc is superb. He gives Hire a watchful, brittle sadness that keeps shifting under your feet. You don’t exactly warm to him, but you understand him just enough for the film to get under your skin. Sandrine Bonnaire is equally good, turning what could have been a simple object of obsession into something far more elusive and dangerous.
What lingers is the cruelty of it all. Not just the plot mechanics, but the sheer nastiness of suspicion, gossip, and projection. A lean, nasty little heartbreaker of a film
I rented this film because it gets RAVE reviews. It is probably the stupidest and most ridiculous film i have seen in a decade. A bit of Rear Window and Atlantic City voyeurism mixed with Polanski weirdness, eg the Tenant: based on a Simenon novel, an author who uses psychological disintegration as the narrative force because he hasnt got the imagination to do anything else. Even the twist, in what is a horrible mixture of thriller and romance, is obvious from half way through. It could only be made in France and should have remained there.