The “Deerskin” plot could be a postage stamp, but only every scene is able to increase the titular obsession of his anti-hero. Jean Dujardin played persuasively a man whose jacket love became a mysterious, dangerous obsession.
Inaugurally, when he purchased a vintage suede jacket from a private seller, his almost sexual enjoyment in the antique fringed appeared very pleasant when we were accompanying Georges. Once he purchased the vintage suede. However, at the end of the day, we suspect that Georges’ love for animals hides masks his own disgust.
“Deerskin” (Written and directed by Quentin Dupieux) is profoundly deceitful and fetish satire, which spreads to shockingly nonchalant brutality, splinters between terrible and amazing.
In the first category, the futile desire of Georges to ensure his beloved jacket is the only jacket leftover in the globe is in the second category. He settles at a remote Alpine hotel with his wedding ring as his cover, frail and medium-aged, expanding middle and dwindling cash reserves. His wife snaps his phone call and locks him out of their joint bank account.
The jacket’s seller included a little video camera as luck would have it. Georges turns away as a director and leaves him with money to finish his scriptwriting project to a local bartender, Denise (a beautiful adélè Haenel).
A willing editor and accomplice, Denise is fascinated by Georges’ crude images which convince hurriedly engaged supporters to remove their coats, which he instead destroys. A genius that makes him feel, she pushes him to carry out more unbelievable acts while helping to add boots, pantheon, and gloves to his denim wardrobe.
“Deerskin” is in the first gear for a long time affable, but his ruse is his irritability. As Georges’ drive to film her achievements grows, so does her craftiness, the camera, to please her psychosis. As the mood of the film turns from funny to disturbing, love story — while between a man and his coat — to horror (the films are also made by Dupieux), so the pictures are mostly light-hearted.
“Deerskin” is a somewhat strongly excenter like “Rubber,” the story of the murderous tire by Dupieux in 2011. Much like the personality of Georges, viewers are divided: the film is not absolutely successful in a lonely man’s ridicule. Dujardin nevertheless has unflinching devotion to his batty character. Talking with envy at his mirror dress, Georges can not get over his “hot style”—a self-compliment he may be going to take literally, unknowingly soon.