I love how the French are always making out in their films that they're a bunch of hard bastards that would beat you to death with a baguette for mentioning their battle cowardice, when, in truth, they do tend to be the first reaching for the white flag if there is a subtle mention of war. This is a bit like every other prison based film you've ever seen; gang politics, shivings, and yard confrontations, so in that sense there is some déjà vu, but without the usual Americanised bullshit that you get with the genre.
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