Our Day Will Come Becomes Completely Untethered Satire
Our Day Will Come starts out exactly like a comic-style evangelical tract from Chick Publications: A troubled kid is seduced into darkness by a sophisticated, Mephistophelian figure who signals his depravity by wearing an ascot. Rémy (Olivier Barthelemy), a sexually confused teenager bullied by classmates for the genetic disadvantage of red hair, meets Patrick (Vincent Cassel), a middle-aged, redheaded psychopath with a similar sense of pigmentation-based aggrievement.
As a result, Patrick displays every documented antisocial tendency: He's racist, misogynistic, anti-Semitic, and homophobic. He tempts truant kids with the forbidden fruits society reserves for responsible adults: ripping donuts in a parking lot behind the wheel of a sweet Porsche and riding motorcycles inside grocery stores. He quickly realizes Rémy's emotional malleability and easily manipulates him with attention and apparent sympathy. He goads Rémy into fights with Arab teens and black kids and pressures him toward sexual encounters with girls.
But before the film can become Histoire Française X, it drops what little ballast was dragging it toward reality and becomes a completely untethered satire, with Rémy and Patrick embarking on a road trip to Ireland, where they believe their red hair will be accepted by that republic's ginger population. All of which sounds funnier than it actually is. The feature debut of music video director Romain Gavras, the exhausting and unrelatable Our Day Will Come escalates to a violent rampage as essentially unpleasant and nonsensical as its characters.
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