NOTE: This review should be read in conjunction with the one I have written for "À mort l'arbitre!" (1984).

The French cinema has not dealt much with football, and stories about it. Few films have been made about it, and are more on the sociological than the athletic. "Coup de tête" is one of them.

Written by famed director Francis Veber ("La chèvre", "Les fugitifs", "Le dîner des cons"), the film follows a young football player and factory worker named François Perrin (Patrick Dewaere), whose greatest fault is his irritability. Due to this element of his character, he gets thrown out of the team and the factory - coincidentally, they have the same president - and gets falsely accused for rape. Luck shines for him when he is chosen to play for his old football team that is lacking players during the French cup. Through his contribution, they win the game, and Perrin sets out to revenge his old rivals that put him in prison.

In the film, football serves more as an occasion to demonstrate the behaviour of the local authorities to the young players. Perrin is at first regarded as nothing more than a scum of the society, but this changes as soon as he wins. He is given countless gifts and perks, but he, like a modern Count of Monte Christo, only has revenge in his mind. The authorities, factory owners, industrialists, even garage owners, are the heads of small-town, close societies where every faux pas is deplorable and everyone thinks for themselves. The presidents of the team also belong in this society and only regard the players as means of profiting than as real athletes. Bribery, hypocrisy, everything is used to force the young star into submission. For, if he really engaged in revenge, he would do it by ridiculing these prominent members of the society, something that would damage their status irreparably.

It is, thus, an oxymoron that a film whose heroes are so stuck in the past has such a modern-sounding - for the standards of the time - score. Composed by famous singer Pierre Bachelet, it mostly consists of one instrumental, repeated during the feature. Its guitar-driven sound seems very suited to the era - it sounded like a milder version of a Bay City Rollers piece - and its playing during Perrin's confrontation with the authorities serves as a perfect contradiction between the old France, the heroes of the film, and the new France, the people who made it.

The joy of the sport, so often emphasized by real-life players and fans, is almost nonexistent. The players are subjected to constant pressure in order to win the Cup and so every sense of satisfaction that may have existed quickly disappears. The chants they sing before every game also serve the aim of winning, motivating the players to perform well.

In stories of real football stars, frequent is the classic "from zero to hero" story, in which a player from a poor background becomes famous due to their exceptional talent. Perrin, portrayed excellently by Dewaere, is also one of these zeroes to heroes. Only his talent saves him from prison, and gives him the authority to punish his enemies without facing the consequences. The fact that we don't see what happens afterwards shows the hero's real intentions even more. It is evident that he will continue enjoying fame and its trappings, but this is of no interest for the film. The real aim of the film was to satirise the old authorities of the French rural society for which the sport was no more special than investing in a store.

All in all, despite examining - and criticizing - some negative aspects of football concerning the club presidents' behaviour to the players, "Coup de tête" shows more the society in which the movie's local football teams existed than the sport itself. Still, it is well worth watching for its capable cast, that personifies the members of this society representatively, and its infectious score by Pierre Bachelet.

One of the best, most enjoyable little films I've ever seen. It's remarkable that it isn't more celebrated, especially considering the director and the actor involved. A must see, if you can figure out a way to see it.

A wonderful and little-known film, starring the late, great Patrick DaWaere as a hot-headed young man who works in a French factory town where the town's morale is intimately linked to the football (i.e. soccer) team. To be on the team and work in the factory are all there is in this town.

When the star of the team commits a crime, the town's most powerful citizens decide that someone else must take the blame, because they can't afford to lose the culprit from the team... it would be bad for business. So they scapegoat the hot-head, instead. But he returns to wreak his revenge... or rather, to outwit the guilty into wreaking revenge on themselves for him.

An unusual film for Annaud, a typically brilliant piece of scripting by Veber, and a thoroughly engaging performance by DaWaere as the wronged man. Whatever happened to this movie?