The Intouchables
Detractors of, say, Wong Kar-wai sometimes theorize that his movies’ swooning, romantic dialogue only plays well to Western audiences because it’s delivered via subtitles; if not for the diluting effect of onscreen text, we might choke on its sweetness. The same goes for The Intouchables, a thick tranche of honey-glazed ham in which an unemployed African immigrant (Omar Sy) plays caretaker to a cantankerous French quadriplegic (François Cluzet). Writer-directors Eric Toledano and Olivier Nakache shamelessly lift huge chunks from formulaic Hollywood tales of mutual uplift—think Wheeling Miss Daisy—but it turns out even moldy leftovers go down more smoothly with Béarnaise sauce. (Note: Rather than translating the movie’s French title, with its unwanted associations with gun-toting T-men, the Weinstein Company inventively decided to simply slap the word “The” in front of it.)