Les maîtres du suspense [The Masters of Suspense] (2014)
(On TV, January 2022) As someone with a much-better-than-average knowledge of the French-Canadian book publishing scene (some of my best friends are best-selling authors), there’s an additional fun factor in watching the comedy of Les maîtres du suspense and measuring it against the dull reality of a novelist’s life. Our characters are not the well-adjusted, slightly introverted writers I know—they’re either a womanizing celebrity with a lasting writer’s block, a slightly-unhinged ghost writer confronted with divorce, or an exuberant man-child with an outsized storytelling talent. The plot gets going when an editor’s increasingly insistent requests to see a new manuscript force the celebrity thriller author to ask his usual ghostwriter to get to work, except that this ghostwriter is so drained by his ongoing divorce that he ends up farming the novel to a neighbourhood daycare worker. It’s all good for a few chuckles: Michel Côté is his usual dependable self as Quebec’s foremost leading man, while everyone else does their part in keeping the film going. Writer-director Stéphane Lapointe doesn’t completely control his material, though: A third act set in La Nouvelle Orléans shifts the tone of a largely domestic comedy into something weirder and certainly more expensive, with little impact. Sure, there’s more colour to the film—but it doesn’t necessarily help the film confront its themes, and it leads to a conclusion that’s as disappointing as it perpetuates bothersome myths about novelists. (Having the protagonist “triumph” by writing… an autobiography is really not closing the loop on his inability to write fiction that precipitated the entire film.) There’s metafictional material about a film shoot (adapted from his novels) that doesn’t really pay off other than providing a love interest to the protagonist, and the film’s comedy is simply not wild enough to accommodate the sort-of-serious issues raised by the film’s plot turns. There are many ways the same premise could have been spun, but the result seems stuck between those possibilities, awkwardly unable to really dive into the material. A disappointment more than a failure, Les maîtres du suspense is readily watchable, but doesn’t leave much of an impression. Although it is considerably funnier when you know how writing a novel works.