Review: The Bride Wore Black
Morose-looking Jeanne Moreau is a
mysterious woman tracking down and murdering a quintet of sexist pigs who have
somehow wronged her in the past. Michel Lonsdale is the sexist politician, Michel
Bouquet is a bachelor bank clerk, Charles Denner a womanising artist, and so
on. It is only as the film progresses that the audience comes to understand
just what is making Moreau tick.
1968 mystery/psycho thriller from
Francois Truffaut (“The 400 Blows”, “Day for Night”, “Shoot
the Pianist”) with a dark sense of humour, is Truffaut’s tribute to
colleague Alfred Hitchcock (even hiring Bernard Herrmann to do the music), based
on a Cornell Woolrich (“Phantom Lady”, Hitchcock’s “Rear Window”)
novel. It mostly works and certainly entertains, but the back-story revealed
gradually through flashbacks proves unsatisfying and rather silly. Furthermore,
Moreau’s victims, aside from maybe a young Lonsdale are a pretty uninteresting lot, and mostly
pretty revolting. Sad-faced Moreau is excellent, however, and the
cinematography by Raoul Coutard (“Breathless”, “Shoot the Pianist”)
is excellent.
Definitely a curio, many others
rate it very highly indeed, but personally I didn’t see all that much Hitchcock (this is not a Brian De Palma film by any means),
just a fun little film in its own right. Like “The Red Circle”, I was
expecting something a little more pretentious and austere and was pleasantly
surprised to mostly see a nice little genre picture. The screenplay is by
Truffaut and Jean-Louis Richard (“Day for Night”, the softcore classic “Emmanuelle”).
Rating: B-
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