
Director: Denis Villeneuve (Maelström, Next Floor)
Screenplay: Jacques Davidts
Producers: Don Carmody, Maxime Rémillard, André Rouleau, Karine Vanasse
Starring: Maxim Gaudette, Sébastien Huberdeau, Karine Vanasse
MPAA Rating: 14A (Canada)
Running time: 77 min.




(4.5/5)Montreal. December 1989. Students are attending classes at École Polytechnique when a fellow student enters the building carrying a gun and a hunting knife and opens fire on the unsuspecting students. He soon makes his way to a classroom where he separates the women from the men, forces the women against a wall and proceeds to open fire killing them in cold blood before eventually killing himself.
It’s difficult enough to write those events, never mind watch them unfold but that is the beauty of Denis Villeneuve’s Polytechnique. The film never lets you forget that this really happened. It doesn’t glamorize the assassin, nor does it pass judgement; it simply tells the events as they unfolded but the film’s greatest achievement is that it manages to do so in breathtaking beauty.
Shot in black and white by multiple Genie Award winner Pierre Gill, Polytechnique is one of the most beautiful films of the last few years and sadly, many have not and will not see it and though that fact is disappointing, it’s not hard to see why the film may be overlooked. The subject matter is not for the faint of heart and though Villeneuve does not linger on the violence, he also doesn’t shy away from the fact that these women were shot for no apparent reason other than the fact that they were women. And yet, the film also doesn’t antagonize the assassin. Though the unfolding events lead the audience to dislike and even hate the assassin, Villeneuve and writer Jacques Davidts go out of their way to provide some insight into his life and his state of mind at the time of the shooting. They don’t apologize or make excuses but seeing the events that shaped him and his state of mind gives the film balance.











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