La Haine Review

I was expecting a chavtastic ode-to-violence with yobby looking teenagers drenched in tracksuits, speaking with 'tape played in reverse' style accents and punching their way through their pubescent emotions by smearing their knuckles against one each other like butter

But expectations aside, it was actually quite good.
As in end-credits-menu-replay-end-credits good. As in drag-my-posterior-in-front-of-the-computer-monitor-to-seal-my-lack-of-social-life-into-a-blog-post good. As in screw-the-recession-I'll-buy-it-anyway good. As in you-probably-get-the-gist-by-now good.

Directed by Mathieu Kassovitz (the sugar sweet quirkball in Amelie and the man shrivelling behind the camera in shame in hollywood classics such as 'Gothika' and 'Babylon AD'), the film manages to steer well clear of the usual brainless pitfalls of the 'chavsploitation' genre by not offering a pre-packaged bundle of cliches and morality-lessons ram-jammed down your throat.

Vincent Cassel by the way, is treading thespian gold in this film and is wearing his role like a fat chick wears spandex.