Judging by his portfolio of films to date, Belgian director Lucas Belvaux is more at home with edgy, tense thrillers than a love story between a Paris-based intellectual and a fizzy, blonde provincial hairdresser, but Pas Son Genre is not without its darker moments. Based on the novel by Philippe Vilain, Belvaux carefully dissects the chemistry between two people at opposite ends of the intellectual and social scale to demonstrate the unpredictable nature of love and sexual attraction. And asks in the end, does love conquer all?
La Comédie Français is currently providing a rich source of talented young actors transferring their talent from the stage to the big screen – Pierre Niney in Yves Saint Laurent, Guillaume Galllienne in Les Garcons et Guillaume á Table. And now Loic Corbery as Clément, a philosophy teacher and writer who is forced to leave his beloved Paris to take up a teaching job in the northern provincial town of Arras. Time passes slowly for Clément and after a chance meeting with Jennifer (Emilie Dequenne), he decides to asks her out on a date. Clément loves reading Kant, Jennifer reads gossip magazines, pouring over the lives of movies stars like Jennifer Aniston; Clément spends his time in Paris at the opera or the opening of trendy art galleries; Jennifer likes to sing karaoke with her gal pals in a local nightclub. Yet the two find themselves in a relationship which initially seems to work for both of them.