In nearly every review of the Dardennes typically fantastic movie L’Enfant there has been a bit of gleeful tongue in cheek theorising about who the titular child really is. Whilst the plot, about two teenagers having a baby clearly has a baby in it, the reviews tend to think that it is clever to consider the immature father as the real child of the piece.

THIS I NOT ACTUALLY CLEVER. YOU ARE CLEARLY SUPPOSED TO THINK THAT FROM THE TITLE AND THE WAY HIS CHARACTER IS PRESENTED. YOU HAVE FALLEN INTO THE FILM-MAKERS TRAP TO MAKE YOU FEEL CLEVERER THAN YOU ARE.

Instead tell people that rather than a gritty Euro borefest, L’Enfant is both really well characterised, really compelling and actually quite exciting! That will get bums on seats (it pisses over Cache – put it like that).

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