Watch: L’Intrus 2004 123movies, Full Movie Online – Louis Trebor, a man nearing 70, lives alone with dogs in the forest near the French-Swiss border. He has heart problems, seeks a transplant, and then goes in search of a son sired years before in Tahiti. Told elliptically, with few words, we see Louis as possibly heartless, ignoring a son who lives nearby who is himself an attentive father to two young children, one named for Louis. He leaves his bed one night – and his lover – to kill an intruder; he dreams, usually of violence. Will his body accept his heart? Will his son accept his offer?.
Plot: An emotionally cold man leaves the safety of his Alpine home to seek a heart transplant and an estranged son.
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My take on this, at our local festival where people would see me so often they thought me a better source than I may actually have been, began with a head shake: “Well, I can’t summarize the plot, but it’s a really superb character study of an extremely scary man.” Then, slight embarrassment, I ran into someone who actually knew what had gone down, that is, from whom Trebor unwittingly gets his new heart. It’d been my last film in a long, long day halfway through the festival. Maybe I’d dozed. The better a film is the more likely it triggers daydreams that send me really dreaming. Don’t know. Did know there was an O’Henry twist achingly just beyond my ken as things finished. And knew it had to do with the heart, hence the quietly hilarious talent search. My plot-loss remark had more to do with intricacies of Trebor’s connections in France, his relation to the dog woman and so on, stuff I’d been wide awake for. Denis barely glances at details that might have anchored another director’s treatment.
But I write these things too often from memory, especially festival films, films whose DVD I don’t have at hand (Le Lait de la tendresse humaine is one of many examples.), and plot kinks fade much more quickly than broader impressions. Still, or already, L’Inrus in my memory is beyond all else a character study of a sort of dark-side superman, a super fiend not ensconced in genre or historical trappings but active and plausible, relatively soft-spoken, driven but patient, right among us. The scar, once he attains it, makes him, just visually I mean, in image, a sort of hybrid Frankenstein monster, mad doctor and creation all in one. The actual doctors are his tools. If he doesn’t extract and install the heart himself, it’s only because it’s not possible. He’s the force, always, the parasite consuming everyone he touches and finally himself. What else is he? To suggest that he’s us, the First World versus the Third, seems too simple since he feeds no less on his fellow First Worlders, on all of us.
Denis’s camera’s eye – when it looks at things I know – goes usually where mine would, so I tend to trust her when she looks at things I don’t know. Snow trekking, too-fast bicycling, and forest darkness I’ve known in small ways, but the South Seas not at all, so I made better entry into L’Intrus, both France and the crystalline isles of its finish, than into Beau Travail. L’Intrus is, for me, a very comfortable discomforting film. It’s a sequence of places portrayed familiarly, with a intimacy that allows us to know them whether we’ve seen the reality or not. A single image, Trebor cycling, his massive weight on the thin racing frame, the sounds of violated air and shrieking tires, the asphalt ribbon, the dark-in-bright-sun evergreens, cued me that the film would be linear, a road trip, a single will-driven thrust.
Despite Trebor’s personal power, he’s a human failure. No matter who he’s with, he’s alone, though apparently he hasn’t always been. His body aborts life twice, first to need the new heart, then despite it. L’Intrus is tragedy. Trebor is hubris.
I’m navigating perilously the thread of what I remember. Let’s leave it at that.
Original Language fr
Runtime 2 hr 10 min (130 min), 2 hr 5 min (125 min) (Italy), 2 hr 10 min (130 min) (Hong Kong)
Director Claire Denis
Writer Claire Denis, Jean-Pol Fargeau, Jean-Luc Nancy
Actors Michel Subor, Grégoire Colin, Yekaterina Golubeva
Awards 4 nominations
Production Company N/A
Sound Mix Dolby Digital
Aspect Ratio 2.35 : 1
Film Length N/A
Negative Format 35 mm
Cinematographic Process Super 35
Printed Film Format 35 mm (anamorphic)