We saw this wrenching French film tonight. It follows a team of police in the Child Protection Unit as they deal with pedophiles, messed up kids, and their own difficult relationships in and out of the office. I was exhausted at the end of the film and slightly disturbed. It was powerful and I didn't think I could write much. Maybe just a giant exclamation point.
I looked on line to get some background and found a Guardian review that pretty much blew it off:
There can hardly be an odder or more uncomfortable film this week than Maïwenn's Polisse, a drama with interesting moments, but also some false notes and a wildly bizarre ending.Whoa, this won the Jury Prize at Cannes in 2011. I found another review. This from New York Times reviewer, A.O. Scott, who loved it. Maybe a little too uncritically. As a film, it was good cinema. As an accurate depiction of the Child Protection Unit in Paris? I can't judge. It's supposed to be based on real cases.
Here's a video clip of what I understood to be a Muslim police officer grilling an Iman who is sending his underage daughter back to the home country to be married. He doesn't take her seriously as she gets ever more angry, finally pulling out a Quran and demanding he show her where it says women shouldn't work, or that young daughters should be given away.
This is rough and powerful stuff and the officers have trouble dealing with it themselves. A lot of the movie is highly confrontational.