A powerful existential piece. Incredibly moving film that tosses between commitment to faith and apathy. Brought by physical pain and the death of his contemporaries torments a priest to question his belief. Alone, he feels he cannot turn to anyone besides God for Love. Yet, he is tortured by His silence.
An early iteration of Bresson's awkward-yet-luminous underdog martyrs, trodden on by a hypocritical & mercenary society - poor in spirit & substance. Finding their way, despite cruelty, despite the camera's imposed austerity, despite Bresson's relentless precision - to the Sublime, and transcendence. Leaving society to its shame... Bergman will riff on this one nicely (if less earnestly) later, in Winter Light.
Come in tutti i film di Bresson che ho visto, ritrovo anche qui quella calma irreale, quella recitazione rigida, didascalica (con qualcosa di teatrale, forse) che mi sembrano elementi costituenti e fondanti della sua poetica. Il protagonista ha il viso dolcissimo, inerme, esaltato di un santo.
I think I have problems with the coldness of Bresson's main characters (just like in "Pickpocket") which keeps me away from full involvement in movie-watching process although the narrative is surprisingly exciting. It seems that the thoughts of the main actor dominate over his emotions which, at times, makes it difficult to get truly absorbed in the film. Something to watch again and again to "get it" completely.