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Imagine Dad is actually God, but you don\u2019t get on with him, or have his vision for the minions below. It\u2019s time to write a brand New Testament to put things right. This is the highly entertaining premise behind filmmaker Jaco Van Dormael\u2019s quirky new Belgian comedy, starring Catherine Deneuve among others.<\/p>\n
God (Beno\u00eet Poelvoorde) is Belgian and a nasty piece of work. He runs our meagre existence from a rundown block of flats while living with his downtrodden wife (Yolande Moreau) \u2013 who\u2019s actually a goddess \u2013 and rebellious young daughter Ea (Pili Groyne). To add to matters, his son, Jesus Christ, has gone and got himself crucified, though communicates still with Ea as a statute in her room.<\/p>\n
Ea decides it\u2019s time to set matters straight and stop her controlling, bigoted, vicious slob of a father from doing any more mischief or harm. She will find another six apostles to take the number to 18 \u2013 the number of players in her mother\u2019s beloved sports game \u2013 while causing chaos on Dad\u2019s computer. Ea \u2018falls\u2019 to Earth via her family washing machine to find an assortment of contenders; one a natural born killer, another a lonely woman (Deneuve) who falls in love with a gorilla.<\/p>\n
The Brand New Testament<\/em> has that vinaigrette-wash, subdued cinematic hue of Delicatessen<\/em> (1991) in God\u2019s apartment, combined with the cuteness of character of Am\u00e9lie<\/em> (2001) when little Ea is in frame, and the eccentricity of Mood Indigo<\/em> (2013) for the sheer imaginative lunacy. It is your very typical Gallic comedy farce with delightfully touching moments of nuttiness. The trouble is, while bathing in its absurdity and religious analogy, it never feels like it really transcends to any great heights \u2013 to knock on the pearly gates, so to speak. Rather, it keeps you satisfactorily tittering along the way.<\/p>\n The film is part-divided up into chapters of the six new disciples, giving ample screen time and detail to each. This is done in the usual fashion of the character being introduced on camera first, before the narrator lays bare their situation. Far from breaking up continuity, this method keeps things intriguing and controlled, allowing the unique madness of each character\u2019s situation to pour forth \u2013 while Ea watches on.<\/p>\n The acting cannot be faulted. It\u2019s young Groyne as Ea who is tasked with linking the tale\u2019s elements and keeping interest brewing \u2013 and she does this as effectively as she can. Poelvoorde is utterly vile as God, misogynistic and motor-mouthed and always deserving of his mortal punishments. Am\u00e9lie\u2019s Moreau does \u2018half-baked\u2019 exceptionally well \u2013 as ever. Deneuve is as poised and picture-perfect as usual, so it\u2019s wonderfully amusing to witness this former aloof screen siren self-mock while in the arms of a horny primate.<\/p>\n The Brand New Testament<\/em> feels like a big box of frogs while breaking religious satirical taboo. It\u2019s very liberating in fact. Even though the finale is a colourful, hallucinogenic one, there just seems to be a missing element to link the apostles\u2019 scenarios with the concluding scenes. Thankfully, their chapters contain enough substance to mask this fact.<\/p>\n 3\/5 stars<\/strong><\/p>\n By @FilmGazer<\/p>\n