Most (if not all) of filmgoers that actually end up seeing the brilliant new film In the House will find it to be an overly intellectual exercise that knows it’s smart and that goes out of its way to be not overly serious. It’s in that very conscious effort to be a free-flowing exercise in a very narrow form of intellectualism that makes it as intelligent and still inaccessible as it is.
A literature teacher played by Fabrice Luchini assigns his class a routine assignment: write about their weekends. Most tell of their very droll routines of eating too much pizza or hanging with their friends at the mall. One young man, however, is obviously different from the rest and stands a chance at being something more than just another student. His talent, combined with his unique insights, make him something of a teacher to the professor.
The boy writes about how he has used math lessons to essentially worm his way into the home of a friend whose family is one that he longs for. It’s better to not reveal more here because it will give away the ‘big reveal’ of the story; suffice is to say this is not a feel-good movie, but it still somehow leaves the viewer with a distinct sense of satisfaction at having viewed what can only be termed a nearly flawless motion picture. High brow, high quality, and utterly unforgettable.