Les Créatures

A return to the days when I admired the natural acting style of Michel Piccoli and the beauty of Catherine Deneuve, unfortunately, in a controversial film. I was distracted by he chaotic editing, several nonsensical theatrical scenes and the music that overuses dragging strings, creating unpleasant discord. The highlight is a pair of bed sheet salesmen whose arrival on the scene looks like self-parody, and one of them, annoying to the max, behaves incomprehensibly like an overgrown child. In the last half hour, it degenerates into a bizarro, with the director chaotically pasting illogical scenes on top of each other. Denevue plays second fiddle here, her role commands her not to speak and to communicate only by writing on a blackboard, with no plot justification, which is odd. All in all, it manages to be surprising, and I'm still closer to this work than the current banalities, but I wouldn't hesitate to call it an arthouse wank. Agnés Varda is probably not my cup of tea. (01/11/2023)