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  • The Last Hurrah of the Aristocracy: Catherine Breillat Goes Period

    With The Last Mistress, always-controversial French director Catherine Breillat has hearkened back to the golden age of her country's aristocratic era.  With the period setting, the deliberate pacing and the trappings of a time often thought of as fodder for Oscar-bating movies about doomed love, one might just suspect the director of Romance, Fat Girl and Anatomy of Hell of going soft.  But then you spot Asia Argento in the credits, and remember that this is a woman who wrote her first major novel at the age of 17 only to have it rejected by the French classification system on the grounds that the material was unsuitable for readers under the age of 18, and you realize you've got nothing to worry about.  Although she's just passed her 60th birthday and suffered a major stroke that kept her out of action for several months, the woman who says that "Censors are a kind of mafia" isn't going soft for anyone.

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  • Whitefield at NYFF: The Last Mistress

    On the surface, French provocateur Catherine Breillat’s latest film is nothing like the nine before it. Her first attempt at adapting material not her own is also a period piece, heavy with intricate costumes and poetic dialogue. Yet its spirit is unmistakably modern, and centers on the same amour fou or mad love that all of her films have dealt with in one way or another. Asia Argento plays Vellini, a Spanish woman of questionable nobility, who has stolen the heart of a young Parisian playboy and held it captive for some ten years. The story begins and ends in the present tense but breaks in the middle as the young man reveals the secrets of Vellini’s hold on him to the grandmother of his future bride.

     

    Asia Argento is not necessarily beautiful by Hollywood standards, but she has an undeniable presence on screen, and she inhabits this character with an abandon that is completely believable. Breillat’s confidence as a director translates beautifully. With the help of the rich source material, she's made her most fulfilling film yet.

     

    During the post-film Q&A Breillat said that she identified heavily with the male novelist on whose book the film is based, as he was heavily censored and she has always felt herself pushed to tell stories in their most raw form. She revealed that in order to achieve this raw feeling, everything in the film was kept real from jewelry to costumes to locations (no easy feat). When asked about the heavy role sex plays in her films she commented that she once observed, looking on the face of an actress, "something ecstatic and sacred at the same time when a woman is at the extremes of passion." She went on to talk about seeing this same effect in certain classic paintings, and used that idea as way to tell a timeless story of romantic consumption in the film’s nineteenth-century setting. — Bryan Whitefield



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