***I decided to break this post into parts due to the sprawling length. Expect Part 2 very soon. Also, BEWARE OF SPOILERS.***
Based on the recommendation of two friends, I finally watched À l’intérieur last night. I’m trolling for good paper ideas for the class that I am taking, and I may have found one in this film, which is so gruesome you might think that the reels were literally treated in baths of blood.
The film follows Sarah (Alysson Paradis), a photo journalist and soon-to-be first time mom. The film opens with the aftermath of a grisly car accident in which Sarah’s husband dies. Four months later, Sarah’s somberly anticipating the birth of her baby on Christmas Eve when a woman (Béatrice Dalle, whose impressive filmography makes me think this was a gutsy role for her) knocks on her door, asking her for help. Sarah refuses, claiming that her husband is in bed and she does not want to disturb him; however, the woman retorts that Sarah’s husband is dead. Sarah calls the police who upon arriving cannot find the would-be intruder. The authorities reassure Sarah that all will be well and promise to check in on her later. This intervention does not stop the woman from returning with a pair of scissors on hand. Here’s the trailer to get a sense of what ensues:
The film brutally depicts the parallel invasions of Sarah’s home and Sarah’s body–hence, the film’s title, translated into English as Inside, connotes the boundaries of within from without, and tension results from the violation and defense of these divisions.
Of course, À l’intérieur treads on well-explored territory here in its use of the home invasion plot. Straw Dogs, one of the most notorious and paradigmatic examples, laid out the gender and class dynamics often at stake in films where the attack/defense of the household becomes the central conflict. In short, the home stands in for bourgeois values (i.e. marriage, gender roles, civility) with the attacker threatening these ideals.
While some, such as the late Pauline Kael of the New Yorker, derided Straw Dogs (Kael called it “the first American film that is a fascist work of art”) others, such as Dana Knowles of The High Hat, convincingly argue that the film’s depictions of violence actually critique dominant notions of masculinity and class. Are we meant to identify with Dustin Hoffman‘s David as he defends his wife/property (same thing?) from the local rubes, or does his passive aggressive behavior provoke the attack? The above trailer seems to put forward the dominant interpretation of an inherently mild-mannered man provoked to violence, but Knowles debunks that reading point-by-point. This radical contrast in readings reveals the polysemy of the home invasion narrative.
À l’intérieur tweeks the themes to fit a contemporary French context. Lurking in the background of a seemingly simple plot are the events of the 2005 civil unrest in France. These massive riots resulted from the deaths of two teenage boys living in a north Parisian suburb mostly populated by African immigrants. The boys died of electrocution after hiding in a power station to avoid police interrogation (authorities claim that the police did not actually pursue the boys, but some dispute this version of events). The boys’ deaths sparked riots across France, with rioters citing concerns over discrimination, unemployment, and poor living conditions.
In À l’intérieur, we hear discussions about these riots due to Sarah’s occupation. When her mother mentions the dangerous nature of her work, Sarah dismisses the riots as “a couple of burned cars” and chalks it up to youthful rebellion, saying “it’s just kids having a blast ’cause their bored.” While certainly a far cry from the more conservative, racist vitriol spouted in response to the rioters, Sarah’s perspective disavows the political motivations of the rioters. She seems blissfully ignorant of the broader social and cultural context of the civil unrest, instead preoccupied (somewhat understandably) by her personal tragedies.
The home invasion puts those losses into context since Sarah’s survival suddenly becomes threatened by the woman; in other words, while Sarah lost her husband, she didn’t lose everything, a message driven home by the woman, who it turns out was the occupant of the other vehicle in the accident and miscarried her own baby as a result of the wreck. Here again Sarah’s self-absorption comes to light: she is so consumed by her own pain that she fails to consider the impact of the accident on others.
These details along with the background of the 2005 civil unrest lead me to wonder if the filmmakers intended to comment on bourgeois French identity. Other recent horror films out of France, such as Frontier(s)< have done so more overtly:
Nonetheless, the invasion of Sarah's home may be metonymic of a broader cultural anxiety of the invasion of France by immigrants (note that the woman dresses in black, a common signifier of racial otherness) and the threat to "French identity" posed by these new inhabitants. It's an analogy muddied (much like Straw Dogs) by the way it encourages sympathy with its bourgeois heroine, even as it also seems to critique her somewhat.
The horrific final scene only heightens the confusion. A wounded police officer who had come to Sarah’s aid mistakes her for the woman and beats her so badly that her water breaks. The woman defends Sarah, who then attempts to deliver the baby but cries out that it is stuck. In an act that simultaneously seems merciful and brutal, the woman performs a c-section, with Sarah calling her “mother.” The next time we see the woman, it is again an ambivalent image of the the woman tenderly rocking and caressing the newborn baby, while the next shot reveals Sarah’s dead, open body. As a viewer I was horrified by the consequences and brutality of the woman’s actions, but I was also disturbed by the tenderness of the woman.
Like another French home invasion horror film, Haute Tension, queer tensions also problematize the bonds between an- and protagonist. Just after a police officer enters the house to assist Sarah, the woman confront her as she lies in bed. The woman then passionately kisses Sarah in an unexpectedly erotic moment. The film’s French poster plays with this suggestion:
Some may dismiss these images as cheap lesbian chic, as Nicholas Green points out in an excellent summary of recent French horror in Bright Lights Film Journal. Without a doubt, such moments prove troubling in their alignment of lesbianism and criminality. But unlike Haute Tension, À l’intérieur never sets up eroticism and violence as mutually exclusive categories, but rather depicts them as two sides of the same coin: the woman wants to possess Sarah’s body in every way possible with both eroticism and violence being means toward that entrapment. At the very least, this provocative twist complicates the motives of the woman.
Either way, what we get in À l’intérieur (and Haute Tension for that matter) is the shattering of the bourgeois dream. The home, supposedly a safe retreat and a place to raise a family, becomes the setting for a gruesome dismantling of these aspirations. These films suggest that for the bourgeois lifestyle to exist for one person, someone else has to be robbed of something. The horror of it all comes out in the taking back.