This really is an amazing film. At least I think so. It does something that none of the other films we've reached do: it focuses on the classroom. Think about that for a minute. What is most of school but the classroom, and yet almost any movie or show about school spends as little time as it can in the classroom. "Friday Night Lights" showed no class in the pilot—and honestly, does little with the class throughout its five season run. Keating's class takes a backseat to the dramas of the boys. A lot of you found Pete Dixon's class unbelievable—as some of you found Escalante's class. Looking back, the only things we've watched that rival the almost total focus on the classroom found in this movie are "To Sir With Love." And the only shows we've watched that come close to the verisimilitude
that this has are, in my opinion, "My So-Called Life" with its bored students and classes that seem to blend into each other, and "High School" with its own boring classes and bored teachers. This may not be your experience, but for millions of American (and would seem French) students, it is theirs. Not that Marin's class is boring: but every time we see his class, he seems to wrestle with the students to keep them invested. Sometimes it works: sometimes it doesn't. And like every other teacher we've seen, Pete Dixon excluded, he is a fallible human being. He isn't Taylor or Escalante, though perhaps he wishes he could be. But we never know what he's thinking, really. Why is he even a teacher? I found myself asking that as we watched the movie today.
"The Class" is filmed as though it were a documentary. No music. No fancy camera angles. No movie star looks. Kids who are played by kids who don't look like they're acting. The class felt realistically messy, with people talking over each other. Who were we supposed to "relate" to? Who was the hero? Little seemed judged in this film by the filmmaker: it really was as if he just spent time in a Parisian junior high school populated by a truly diverse cross-section of France and turned the camera on. But this is a fictional story: it is judging; it is commenting; it does have a point, just as a documentaty like "High School", edited and formed deliberately, has a point. So:
1. Reaction to the film? Like? Dislike? And why?
2. The kids: Esmeralda, who just likes to stir things up; Khoumba, so proud and angry; Wie, fresh-faced and sweet, but never gets enough sleep because he's playing video games until all hours (that never happens here); Boubacar, feisty and who loves the Mali soccer team; Carl, who looks like he's a junior in high school and says he feels perfectly French, unlike several of the other kids; Louise who may be laughing at the committee meeting but was aware enough to take notes; and Souleymane, the "troublemaker" who takes good phots and whose mother does not speak French. What do you make of this class? You reaction to this truly diverse group of adolescents? Which one of them stuck out the most for you—and why?
3. Think about Marin, the teacher. Your reaction to him? Do you see a plan in his teaching? Do you see a larger goal for the students in what he's doing? Is he a good teacher?
4. Rick and I talked about the film a few minutes after class. "Confusing" was the word we used for it. What is this movie really about? Yes, about a "class"; we get that. But it's so plotless—the narrative is driven by the fact that these kids have to be in that French class and Marin is their teacher. So what do you see as a (the) major theme or conflict in the movie? And why do you say this?
For most of you on last night's blog, good length and depth. For a few others: not so much. Give this blog the same healthy attention you gave last night's. We'll finish the movie tomorrow and talk. A lot. See you then.