"Les Intouchables," Translates to Joie de Vivre

The French film, "Les Intouchables," with English subtitles, based on a true story, could be described as trop cliche, but I say, j'adore le film.  I'm a sucker for the symbiotic relationship films, but if this doesn't warm your heart, check your pulse.  The two main characters are of totally opposite worlds, one is extremely affluent and blanc, and the other is from extreme poverty, a household of siblings and noir. Oh, the rich white guy, Phillippe, is a quadriplegic (as a result of a hang gliding accident) and the poor black guy, Dris, in an interview as an aide for the "invalid," impressed Phillippe with his rough, who gives a f--k attitude. Voila, Dris, get's the job and brings Phillippe back into the world of the living and Phillippe brings out in Dris a maturing sense of responsibility and an appreciation for the arts.  Phillippe asks Dris what is art?  Dris' answer is, business.  "No," says Phillipe, "art is the trace of our passage on Earth." Have I lost you?  It would be a shame if I've inadverdantly turned you away from this film that had me laughing and crying and waking up to smell the coffee.  A classical music concert is played for Phillippe on his birthday.  After the concert,  Dris turns on rock music and says, "Music is for dancing," and proceeds to dance with joyous abandonment.  This movie had me soaring above the clouds.