Someone wanted to watch this with me (very out of character, in hindsight), and I figured I'd finally give La Haine a try. It was very well done, and I wish I could give a good writeup on it for you guys, but my experience watching it was overwhelmed by one thing:
Fuck the french.
I really enjoyed the acting, writing, and cinematography, and it had a lot of memorable moments; the problem is that it's french lowlifes, french police brutality, and ugly french architecture. I look at the movie as a whole and instead of thinking about characters or themes (which I can think of for fragmentary moments), I find myself asking: what the fuck is wrong with France? Why are they like this? It's as though they used to have something beautiful, then pissed all over it and themselves. I realise that the filmmaker likely intended this on some level, but he and his film are part of this as well: this disgusting Parisian, post-French Revolution rot on a nation that used to be beautiful and likely still is in places.
This film feels as though it is turning me into an inverse ouiaboo. It gives me a desire to seek out and learn more about the French so I can learn how they disgust me so and what they had before they succame to this disease.