Bombastic, billowing, perpetually off balance Michel Simon embodies perfectly a great comic character in Boudu, who is constantly and hilariously destroying everything and insulting everyone he comes in contact with, but in a lovable, goofy sort of way. A lovely summers day bit of light hearted watching and surprisingly funny comedy that evokes times of spring and carefree fun, despite involving attempted suicide.
I feel like a little bit of Michel Simon goes a long way, hence why he was one of the best part of L'Atalante. Here, to be honest, he got slightly on my nerves. Also, while I understand that he's an anarchist and, thus, should not be entirely judged by society's norms, I still can't get behind what was basically a rape scene that's being presented as comedic. Still, Simons's animalistic behavior had its moments.
Boudu me recuerda al Charlot de "La quimera del oro", y no necesariamente durante esa escena en dónde el genial Michel Simon duerme plácidamente en el piso a pesar de tener a su disposición una cómoda cama (la fuerza de la costumbre diría Chaplin), sino porque a pesar de su condición de vagabundo, este personaje revela una dignidad que no depende del estado económico que le cae del cielo.
Am I missing something here because I found this film excruciating. It's so dated and in my opinion dated beyond the stage that it can be enjoyed for the general aesthetics of the film. I'll except the theme is good, but very simplistic. I'm at a loss when it comes to the 'genius' of Renoir.