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Zaire's 17-year-old Makome M'Bovole, born on April 6, 1993, was shot dead by a police officer in a Paris suburb when his gun exploded during the interrogation of a minor who was handcuffed to a radiator. On the same day, Mathieu Kasovich wrote "Hate". In the France of the 1990s, where unemployment was rampant and the poisonous nationalism of the National Front was gaining renewed popularity, incidents of police violence followed one another, always having a common component; the victims were young, of foreign origin and belonging to low social classes.
These "criminal" characteristics are carried by Kasowitz's heroes, the multinational group of three men who meet in their neighborhood, in the Paris suburbs, after riots due to the beating of a friend by the police. Kasovich captures with unfiltered realism the tense spirit of the time, placing the camera in the hands of the underprivileged to tell their own story. The culture of the street, the psychedelic feeling of the hopeless future, the urban alienation, the lack of communication and consequently the trapped (male) libido become an explosive combination that ignites the oppression that they have been enduring for years. Women are absent from this racial class struggle - a foul by Kasovich that goes unnoticed - but twenty-six years after its premiere, the film has not lost any trace of its power. Not only because the memories of so many other absurd murders are fresh today (do we need to remember the name of George Floyd?), But also because things seem alarmingly the same.
A must-see masterpiece...