Able fables

Fairy-tale inspiration done right, in two delightful imports

Angela Molina and Sofía Oria in 'Blancanieves'

FILM The weak recent likes of Jack the Giant Slayer and Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters revealed the extent of expensive, formulaic action-movie lameness with which Hollywood is now determined to treat every story of universal familiarity (and conveniently, no pesky copyright). No doubt there will be a Cinderella: Bitch is Goin' Postal somewhere in our future before the cycle spins out, if it ever does.

But fairy tales have such appeal that it's hard not to want filmmakers to do interesting things with them, as opposed to the things they generally are doing with them. Two new European movies for grown-ups take elements of such tales — one a very familiar story template, the other just the tenor of a shiny, hyper real fable — and while they haven't a great deal else in common, they both happen to be among the most delightful entertainments we're likely to see this year.

Mikael Buch's French first feature Let My People Go! is a fairy tale in the sense of something like Ma vie en rose (1997) or Potiche (2010) — it's a warmhearted social satire stylized as if everyday life were constantly poised to break into a production number. Also, its protagonist is such a fairy: in what's possibly the most inspired physical comedy performance by a French (or maybe any) actor since Jean Dujardin was last sighted, Nicolas Maury plays Ruben, a Parisian who came to Finland to pursue a masters in "comparative sauna studies" but stayed on for perfect boyfriend Teemu (Jarkko Niemi). With his skinny body language so floppy it's like a master class in theatrical nelliness, Ruben gives off an air of someone ready at any moment to deliver a shrill hissy fit or world-class sulk. Not that he has occasion to, however, in this northern paradise of friendly moose, candy-colored villages, and postal delivery customers (the sauna thing didn't pan out) who invariably greet him at the door with tasty snacks.

Of course, it's a paradise he must be cast out of, after an inexplicably violent altercation with a customer on his route results in Teemu calling Ruben a "thieving murderer" and sending him back to (as the BF's mother puts it) "that horrible country." There, torn from the political correctitude of the great white north, he's forced to deal with his ever-dysfunctional family: Mom (Carmen Maura) still thinks he just needs to meet "a nice Jewish girl," Dad (Jean-François Stevénin) is cheating on her, sis (Amira Casar) is probably divorcing her "asshole goy husband," and bro (Clément Sibony) is fed up with having to hold their hands through every new crisis.

Written by Buch and Christophe Honoré (not a guy usually associated with levity), Let My People Go! wends its way toward the predictable reconciliations all around with a certain sweetness and a great deal of inspired silliness. None more inspired than everything done by Maury, whose extreme stereotype might be offensive in another context — but in this endearing fable of tolerance, Ruben is as lovable as he is haplessly funny.

Pablo Berger's Blancanieves is something else — Snow White, to be exact, transplanted to 1920s Spain and told (à la 2011's The Artist) in the dialogue-free B&W style of that era's silent cinema. If you saw the two crappy overblown Hollywood takes on that fairy tale last year, my condolences, but this is probably its best cinematic incarnation ever not made by someone called Walt.

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