Review of Belle de Jour (1967) by Cassandra M — 31 Dec 2008
Sèverine is perfect, she's Catherine Deneuve. She consciously inhabits her subconscious and the comings and goings are tinted with pristine, erotic decadence. Her perfection includes outrage without rage, panic without fear.
Having or not having is the question she never asks. Her husband Pierre, the exquisite Jean Sorel, is like one of her garments. There, stunning, understated, reliable, existing without existing. Marcel, in the other hand, the riveting Pierre Clementi, seems determined to provoke.
Provoke what? Where is that need creeping from? I love to meander through "Belle de Jour" allowing Luis Bunuel to have his fun. He deserves it. His puzzle is just that, a puzzle and his genius, challenge us to find the non existent pieces.
The pieces are ours coming from our own wishes, wantings and longings.
This review of Belle de Jour (1967) was written by Cassandra M on 31 Dec 2008.
Belle de Jour has generally received very positive reviews.
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