Scribe film review ★★★★★
Scribe certainly looks the part, and there are moments of ingenuity and tension, but it's a little too tidy for its own good
Scribe film review
The story of a middle-aged office drone facing the moral quandary of governmental eavesdropping, Scribe bares more than a passing resemblance to The Lives of Others (2006). But, whereas The Lives of Others engaged with the complexity of 1980s Germany, Scribe washes away messy realities in favour of an air of stylish uncanny like that of Richard Ayoade's The Double (2013).
Set in a quasi-dystopian world of muted tones and minimalist set-design, and directed with clean beat-perfect skill, Thomas Kruithof's is an altogether tidy conspiracy thriller. Although it has just enough loose ends and unsettling misdirections to remain interesting, it's ultimately happy to be a tone-exercise pastiche rather than anything truly moral, or politically subversive.
Duval (Francois Cluzet, famous for 2011's The Intouchables) is an accountant. We meet him as he's descending into a life-changing meltdown and, after a stint of unexpected overtime seems to unlock some kind of obsessive-compulsive impulse inside him, he hits the bottle with unhappy results.
Kruithof introduces his protagonist with real verve, and manages to make a session of late-night file-organisation feel gripping and high-stakes. It's an atmosphere that he manages to sustain until his film becomes more of a conventional thriller.
A couple of years later, Duval is jobless and alone, spending his days doing jigsaw puzzles in his kitchenette. The good news is that he's just earned his One Year Sober chip from his local AA group; the bad news is that, without the possibility of a good reference from his accounting firm, he's unemployable.
Almost unemployable. Receiving a phone call from a mysterious source, he's summoned to an interview with the eyebrowless Clement (Denis Podalydès), the head of a so-called 'surveillance organisation'. Duval is hired to transcribe the tapes of wire-tappings. The dodgy political implications of these recordings are obvious; their contents clearly incriminate not only those overheard, but also the eavesdropper and, eventually, the transcriber.
Soon Duval finds himself hearing things he shouldn't, involved in schemes against his will, and unable to quit a job he wishes he'd never accepted.
None of this makes a whole lot of sense. It's implied that Duval has been picked as a typist because he's desperate and easily manipulated, but wouldn't it be better to hire someone who believes in the surveillance firm's right-wing politics? Clement says as much, and then hires the apolitical Duval anyway. It's this disregard for the flavour of reality that gives Scribe the antiseptic tang of allegory.
Set in a quasi-dystopian world of muted tones and minimalist set-design, and directed with clean beat-perfect skill, Thomas Kruithof's is an altogether tidy conspiracy thriller. Although it has just enough loose ends and unsettling misdirections to remain interesting, it's ultimately happy to be a tone-exercise pastiche rather than anything truly moral, or politically subversive.
Duval (Francois Cluzet, famous for 2011's The Intouchables) is an accountant. We meet him as he's descending into a life-changing meltdown and, after a stint of unexpected overtime seems to unlock some kind of obsessive-compulsive impulse inside him, he hits the bottle with unhappy results.
Kruithof introduces his protagonist with real verve, and manages to make a session of late-night file-organisation feel gripping and high-stakes. It's an atmosphere that he manages to sustain until his film becomes more of a conventional thriller.
A couple of years later, Duval is jobless and alone, spending his days doing jigsaw puzzles in his kitchenette. The good news is that he's just earned his One Year Sober chip from his local AA group; the bad news is that, without the possibility of a good reference from his accounting firm, he's unemployable.
Almost unemployable. Receiving a phone call from a mysterious source, he's summoned to an interview with the eyebrowless Clement (Denis Podalydès), the head of a so-called 'surveillance organisation'. Duval is hired to transcribe the tapes of wire-tappings. The dodgy political implications of these recordings are obvious; their contents clearly incriminate not only those overheard, but also the eavesdropper and, eventually, the transcriber.
Soon Duval finds himself hearing things he shouldn't, involved in schemes against his will, and unable to quit a job he wishes he'd never accepted.
None of this makes a whole lot of sense. It's implied that Duval has been picked as a typist because he's desperate and easily manipulated, but wouldn't it be better to hire someone who believes in the surveillance firm's right-wing politics? Clement says as much, and then hires the apolitical Duval anyway. It's this disregard for the flavour of reality that gives Scribe the antiseptic tang of allegory.
TRY CULTURE WHISPER
Receive free tickets & insider tips to unlock the best of London — direct to your inbox
| What | Scribe film review |
| Where | Various Locations | MAP |
| Nearest tube | Leicester Square (underground) |
| When |
21 Jul 17 – 21 Sep 17, Times vary |
| Price | £determined by cinema |
| Website |