I saw Bresson's "Les Dames du Bois de Boulogne" yesterday and it made a terrific impression on me, but my feelings about it were mixed. His style as a director seemed to be pulling away from the melodramatic dialogue by Cocteau. It is well worth seeing, though, if only for Maria Casares. She has figured in two of my favourite films ("Les Enfants du Paradis" and "Orphee") and she is sublime here. Early in the film, she falsely confesses that she no longer loves her partner, and when he responds that he has fallen out of love with her, the suppression of her pain is wrenching. This star dazzles with singular brightness.
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