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Will Hunting

Film de Gus Van Sant Drame 2 h 06 min 2 décembre 1997

Avec Matt Damon, Robin Williams, Ben Affleck

Orphelin, longtemps maltraité par son père adoptif, Will Hunting est un petit délinquant mais un surdoué en mathématiques. Employé comme homme de ménage au prestigieux Massachusetts Institute of Technology, il passe ses soirées au bar avec ses amis et multiplie les délits qui risquent de l'envoyer...

[EDIT en fin de critique]

J'ai beaucoup réfléchi avant d'écrire une critique sur ce film magnifique. Mais il m'est vite apparu que la meilleure des façons de faire partager ce que j'ai ressenti, serait de partager ce dialogue entre Will et Sean. Très bien écrit, puissant, émotionnel et magnifiquement interprété. Et cet échange le résume parfaitement. Car c'est un film qui te fait réfléchir sur ta vie, et sur tes choix. Certes il comporte ses défauts (Minnie Driver...) mais il est pétri de qualité. Et au final, magnifique.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEIQSbul9Os

Sean : Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?

Will : No.

Sean : You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.

Will : Why thank you.

Sean : It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.

Will : Nope.

Sean : So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?

You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

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Aujourd'hui, une bien triste nouvelle a frappé le monde du cinéma. Robin Williams est décédé et laisse derrière lui un héritage intact, une joie de vivre de tous les instants, tellement forte, qu'elle contaminait chaque personne autour de lui. Je profite d'avoir une critique qui lui soit presque entièrement dédiée, écrite il y a déjà un certain temps, pour rajouter ces quelques lignes et dire quelques mots sur cet homme. Au moment où je commençais à découvrir le cinéma et à l'aimer, plusieurs acteurs m'ont marqué, pas seulement par leur jeu et leur talent, mais par leur attitude devant et derrière la caméra, à un point tel que je les considérais comme de héros. Robin Williams en faisait partie au même titre que Bill Murray par exemple. Des hommes qui sont nés pour divertir, pour nous faire rire, nous faire aimer la vie. Le décès d'Harold Ramis avait déjà été douloureux en début d'année (au passage, en parlant de héros => http://youtu.be/nwCRj8BDhrM?t=1m8s) mais celui de Robin Williams est plus dur encore, c'est une partie de mon enfance qui s'en est allée, un héros qui est tombé. Alors, à ce héros disparu, je n'aurai qu'une seule chose à dire : un grand et long merci, pour avoir partager cette joie qui t'habitait avec ce monde, et puisses tu reposer en paix désormais.

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