Quentin Dupieux
Mandibules

I'm ready to bet my cousin Ermenegildo's Triceratops' head that most of you know perfectly well who Quentin Dupieux is.

What do you mean by: "and who (the heck) would that be?"
Jeez.. do you really need everything explained to you?

I wonder why you've been on this site for years, the only one on the Web that educates you on everything, if you don't even know the basics?

Come on, let's not waste time: immediately send an email to info@debaser.it and ask to be immediately DeBanned with urgent procedure.

For those who remain, that is, those who know who he is but have forgotten due to the memory loss effects of advanced age, I'll remind you who he is.

He's none other than the author of the irresistible dance hit "Flat beat" from the end of the last millennium: the one with the video starring that yellow Muppet-like character behind the executive desk, got it!

Yes, okay, but now that they've remembered, they'll say "also who cares", over there.
No, my dear ones, not at all.

Quentin Dupieux is Mr. Oizo.
That is, in reality, it's Mr. Oizo who is Quentin Dupieux.

Yes, so it's Him, there.
We understand.
#maybe

Anyway.

"Mandibules" is his ninth and highly anticipated film presented to thunderous applause at the 2020 Cannes Festival edition.
What do you say? "Cannes" didn't happen in 2020?
Well, it's not my fault.

Anyway, as I was saying.

There are these two idiots who theoretically want to emulate in the French version the exploits of the protagonists of the first fundamental chapter of "Dumb & Dumber".
These two, the fools from across the Alps, steal a car.

Inside the car, in the trunk, there's a fly.
But not a regular fly.
A huge, gigantic fly.
Almost as big as the car's hood where it's confined: though it's unclear why it's there and who put it there.
Also, it's unclear who the car belongs to: if any of you had your vehicle stolen with a huge fly inside, now you know who did it.

The two actors, besides being ignorant of the art of acting, are unaware of the fly's existence.
After a while, while aimlessly wandering around saying French things a bit at random trying to make us understand what kind of nutcases we're dealing with, they notice the guest in the trunk.

Now:

I'm tempted to skip over the repeated joke of the "torò-torò" between the two: but I can't avoid at least a brief mention.
It's a kind of gesture of understanding (for men, I suppose) of a post-metal nature whose origin dates back to Ronnie James Dio's concerts in the early eighties:
it happens when the two cross their hands "horns" style as a sign of intent sharing until death do them part.

I believe in total (I didn't count them) the "torò-torò" went well beyond twenty throughout the film: apparently to the director, it seemed like a gag enough to dislocate one's jaw (indeed).
Maybe because I'm not a director, but personally, I found it stale already by the third time in three minutes.

Meanwhile, as I speed up the images thanks to the mighty FF button, I see they encounter other wacky people who mistake them for other people. They go to their house where there's one who speaks at a very high volume because she hit her head while skiing.
Okay.

After a while, the fly, evidently tossed in as a protagonist without significant speaking parts and bored more than me, to pass the time devours an innocent little dog.

Luckily, while watching the film (in strict goose language), I didn't have dogs around: I think I'd have been tempted to bite one too just to have something better to do than finish watching the film.

Now that you mention it: I don't remember finishing it or possibly how it ended.

But since early this morning I hear my neighbors loudly searching for that little furry rascal Fufi, the one who often loves to leave his little gifts on others' doormats.
Haven't you seen him, there?
I seem not to have.