Per the director, "micmacs" means "shenanigans", and there's not a better way to describe the film. This is a cliche-filled whimsical romp through the world of the down-and-out, centered around Bazil, a poor soul who lost his father to a land mine in the war, and much later was shot in the head, costing him his home and job and leaving him destitute on the street. He learns the manufacturer of both implements of destruction, and when the opportunity arises, leads an ingenious troupe in fitting revenge. I think I've seen this film three times before in various forms, but it was a pleasant way to spend an evening.
Micmacs à tire-larigot
2009, 105 minutes, directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet
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