35mm. If Madeleine Renaud had been the protagonist of this film, the surprise would then be total, since in this film, at the time so controversial, everything serves the figure of astonishment that is a kinaestesia to compose an improbable fiction - typically DeMille, as a constant structure of a bold narration of wa(o)ndering, from the deep sea to the lost desert. An unmoral love for all sets.
I must say I didn't quite get along with either cécile aubry or manon herself. maybe that's the point, dunno... I guess I'd have more sympathy for the character if it weren't for her "baby" look in here. but again, maybe that's the point - it delivers a naughtier, more scandalous portrait of manon lescaut.
besides that: my praise goes to auclair's performance and to - whoa! - those ending sequences. wondrous!