Rumba (2008)
Directed by Dominique Abel, Fiona Gordon

Film Review

A delightful and wickedly funny melange of black comedy and slapstick, Rumba is the second highly idiosyncratic film from the trio formed by Dominique Abel, Fiona Gordon and Bruno Romy, a worthy successor to their first film L'Iceberg (2005).   With some amusing nods to Buster Keaton and Jacques Tati, Rumba is a treat for aficionados of visual comedy, consisting of an unbroken stream of slick visual gags, some with a deliciously dark edge to them.  The film has a distinctive visual style which adds to its charm and quirkiness.  For the most part, the camera is fixed in position, with the actors moving in and out of the frame as in the early silent comedies - an approach that works well as it makes the performers the centre of attention and gives them complete control over the visual humour.  Chaplin would no doubt have approved, as he used the same technique in virtually all of his films.

Although it takes a somewhat circuitous route to get there, the moral of Rumba is not hard to divine.  No matter what horrors life may throw at us - a near fatal car accident, limb amputation, memory loss, losing your house in a fire and being robbed of your last pain au chocolat - love will always triumph over adversity in the end.  That may sound crushingly trite, yet Abel, Gordon and Romy's approach is so refreshingly good-natured and eccentric that the film engages our feelings without displaying the slightest hint of sentimentality.   Dom and Fiona may not be quite so easy on the eye as Fred and Ginger but they make a dancing couple that is every bit as charismatic and likeable, and their visual jokes are as perfectly coordinated as their dances.   In a nutshell, Rumba is a pure comedy delight - a feel-good film that will enchant anyone who watches it, particularly old-fashioned romantics and lovers of silent comedy.

Film Synopsis

Teachers at a school in the country, Fiona and Dom are a couple who share an intense passion for Latin dancing.  Their house is filled with trophies from the dancing tournaments they have won over the years.  They could not be happier - but then disaster strikes.  One night, on their way home from another competition, they crash their car to avoid running over a suicidal man.  When they come to in hospital, Fiona has lost one of her legs and Dom has lost his memory.  Through a series of mishaps, they then lose their jobs and their home.  Then, worst of all, they lose each other...