Je me souviens just might be the watchword for
Battle of the Brave (Jean Beaudin, 2004), the English language version of the French Canadian film
Nouvelle-France. What this epic film asks us to remember is less memories of those nasty and brutish British conquerors, soon to be American schemers, Roman Catholic complicity with Nouvelle France's red coated conquerors, or even the perversions of some of the French elite before Nouvelle France's British conquest. Instead, it seems to scream out in both its French version,
Nouvelle-France, and in its English language version, that it is the product, in some way, shape, or form, of French Canadian nationalism. What
Battle of the Brave asks its viewers to remember is that it is a Quebecois daughters tale of her peasant mother's (Noemie Godin-Vigneau) love for a man she can never have (David La Haye) and of her devotion to the daughter who tells
Battle of the Brave's tale and for whom she sacrificed her life (Juliette Gosselin).
Battle of the Brave, apparently one of the most expensive films ever made in Canada at a cost of around $C30 million Canadian dollars, may be beautifully filmed, have exquisite sets and costumes, and may be wonderfully scored, but I didn't find its tale of romance, motherly love, and the horror of popular superstitions or its earthy peasants and foppish and cynical elites all that interesting or compelling and I really didn't care about any of its characters in the end. I didn't, however, find it as bad as some of its online critics who call it the worst film they have ever seen. I have seen far worse films during my cinephilic life. On the Maltin meter I would have to give
Battle of the Brave two and a half stars. But hey, it was nice to see someone attempt a traditional Hollywood adult costume epic in these days of Hollywood kiddie korn.
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