It's easy to find fault with this feelgood French buddy comedy-drama, which outperformed Avatar (though not Dany Boon's Welcome to the Sticks) in its native country.
The Intouchables - it maintains the French spelling to distinguish it from those Prohibition-era dramas - sentimentalises and condescends to one of its two main characters; gets cheap laughs with homophobic asides; simultaneously venerates and sneers at "high" culture like opera; and has the most mawkishly manipulative score in recent memory.
Yet despite - or more probably, because of - these things, it is sure to be a hit because its breezy self-confidence makes it perfect escapist entertainment. And I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy almost every minute of it.
Cluzet plays Philippe, a mega-rich Parisian paralysed from the neck down after a hang-gliding accident. He's interviewing for a new personal assistant when Driss (Sy) turns up, not to apply, but to get a signature on a form so he can keep getting the dole.
Philippe, to the consternation of his uptight secretary, employs Driss, for the rather sensible reason that he does not ooze the nauseating earnestness of the other applicants.