A film replete in (re)doublings of the human-beast hierarchy from the bourgeoisie's love for pets and furs to nobility and colonial subjugation, parents and children, mentors and molesters. If the spurt of the female body and the beast's phallic cathexis render Freud the paradigm par excellence the automatism of fluids bears on French materialism to which Boro's camera-eye pays homage to, effacing moral hierarchies.
Un interessante stimolo erotico che riesce a far riflettere sulla nature umana, e non solo, attraverso uno sguardo che "penetra" nell'ipocrisia del benpensante che dovrà affrontare la bestia per poterne uscire vivo, divertito e forse un po' più libero. (immagini esplicite - ottima fotografia)
The film didn't survive his age. Now that is no more so shocking it remains a movie with a weak plot and characters, with some poorly shot sequences. I didn't find it neither shocking nor entertaining nor deep nor linguistically interesting. Just a little fun and a little boring.
Wgląd w historyczne ujecie kina perwersyjnego, odartego z zachamowań. Film odważny, poszukujący ale nie zaspokajający potrzeb estetycznych, chociaż może w tej brutalnej perwersji też można doszukiwać się jakiejś formy ekspresji. Raczej nie posłuży nigdy za anegdotkę podczas spotkania ze znajomymi
Mubi's blurb warns to anticipate delight & offense. I didn't find the movie substantial enough to provoke either. The satire is hackneyed; there's not enough bite in it to gratify or agitate. This leaves mere titillation, which has the least need of competency, and I find disheartening.
Beginning with a lofty quotation from Voltaire, the film's real centrepiece, a bestial scene of violation & seduction in a pastoral setting, feels closer to a pornographic Monty Python sketch. Much of the film is actually quite dull; a stilted country-house mystery that goes nowhere. However, it works on a level of sheer audacity; creating something that while absurd, has much to say about desire & the beast within.
LA BÊTE is handily Borowczyk's most benevolently outré excursion beyond the outer reaches of good taste and decorum. If you take it, as many will, like a slap to the face, it would credit you to view this slap as an act of service. It all makes eminently good and merry philosophical sense. Let's please have a good-natured larff at the carnal basics of our constitution as one weird-ass ultimately-endearing species.