Film Micrœview #149: Mouchette (1967)
10.09.2014 § Leave a comment
I am a huge fan of Bresson’s directorial style. He breaks from some of his stylistic rules here, such as reusing an actor, and including music (at one time, three songs at once). And other than Lancelot du Lac in which a tremendous amount of blood flowed, I’ve never seen so much blood, tears, sweat, spit up alcohol, or frothing saliva. Here Bresson’s usually impressive use of sound is just incredible, such as with the passing cars at Mouchette’s home, or the absurdly interminable tolling of a bell, or uncomfortably foregrounded laughs and gasps.
I will watch this film again someday, and be able to read more into the central scene between Mouchette and Arsene. But there was less for me to latch onto here. It feels like the lesser sibling of his previous year’s film Au Hasard Balthazar, in that it depicts society eating away at folks until they are destroyed. And this was adapted from a book by the same author as was Bresson’s other film Diary of a Country Priest, which I also found more complex and moving.