The film sparked conversations about race and gender, which brought the taboo topic of intersectionality to the forefront. Her feature film, a documentary titled Speak Up ( Ouvrir la voix), puts the lives of Black women living in France at its front and center, providing an intimate portrait and a truthful analysis of what it means to be Black and to be a woman living in France and Belgium. Queer director, activist and scholar Amandine Gay continually pushes back against the notion of universalism with her words and content. Joining Deadline’s class of Disruptors this year, directors Céline Sciamma and Amandine Gay, and actresses Aïssa Maïga, Adèle Haenel and Nadège Beausson-Diagne represent the vanguard of the fight, using their words, content and activism to challenge the status quo and question the outdated views of a white, male-dominated industry. But just because the numbers aren’t there does not mean the issue is going unnoticed, and the voices calling for change are getting louder. Since the numbers don’t exist, there is no documented evidence that addresses where the French film and television industry is lacking. The Commission nationale de l’informatique et des libertés (the French data protection agency) banned the gathering of personal data and statistics that show the breakdown of racial and ethnic origins, health status, sexual orientation and religion.
The difficulty in calling attention to the issues of underrepresentation lies, in part, within French law. (R for aberrant behavior, bloody and grisly images, strong sexuality, nudity, language and drug use/partying.Deadline Disruptors 2022: Read Them All Here And coming as it does directly on the tails of the equally delicious “Get Out,” “Raw” is further proof that horror is far from cooked.Ĭast includes Garance Marillier, Ella Rumpf and Rabah Nait Oufella. But “Raw” is spectacularly all her own, providing us with plenty to chew on in feeding us a decadent casserole of brains and regurgitated - let’s just say “stuff” - you can really sink your teeth into.
When’s the last time you could say that about a horror film? “Carrie?” Speaking of which, Ducournau gives that classic a memorable nod with a scene in which animal blood - buckets of it - are spilt on alleged innocents. I counted nearly a dozen scenes where I had to avert my eyes from the screen. Her points are well made, but it’s her delivery that will have you squirming. How apropos, considering Ducournau is lifting her own middle finger to the double standards society places on women, both sexually and physically. Can she control herself and all these new sensations? Ducournau cleverly shows us how a hamburger patty becomes a gateway drug to ever more dangerous cuisine, including finger food that’s literally a finger - the middle one, no less. But as with sex, her newfound lust for meat must be handled responsibly. But that’s not her only urge.ĭuring a hazing ritual, she’s forced to eat a rabbit kidney, the first flesh she’s ever tasted. But then, isn’t that what college is supposed to be about - a time to experiment and broaden your palate? So why does Justine always feel so guilty, so out of step? And is it possible she’s the only virgin on campus? Ducournau has a lot of fun with the latter, providing scene after scene of Justine fending off the inner sex fiend she’s itching to become. And being around dog, horse and cattle carcasses all day is whetting a craving she never knew she had. Her hunky gay roommate, Adrien (Rabah Nait Oufella), is consistently tempting her hungry eyes, particularly when he doffs his shirt to play soccer. But when Justine springs from the lair of her overprotective parents to join Alexia at a foreboding French veterinary college, temptation seems to lurk around every corner. And what she’s cooked up is both mouth-watering and nutritious in its ability to be gross and grossly enlightening in turning a veterinarian-school freshman’s sudden hunger for flesh into a stunning parable about female sexuality and anxiety-driven eating disorders.ĭare I say it’s the coolest cannibal carnage to come along since Hannibal Lecter last popped a cork on a fine Chianti? Sure, why not? In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if during his European travels, the lecherous Lecter fathered the movie’s mousy teen heroine, Justine (Garance Marillier), which would be hilariously ironic since her Mom, Dad and sister, Alexia (Ella Rumpf), are, or were raised, as vegetarians. For this, they have newbie writer-director Julia Ducournau to thank. It had them fainting in the aisles at the Toronto Film Festival, but the meaty “Raw” is more likely to elicit swoons from horror fans ravenous for steak in a genre accustom to tofu.
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