Mouchette is an adolescent living in the rough countryside. Her mother is dying and her father is absent. Remaining silent in the face of the humiliations she undergoes she finds respite in the woods. Everything changes when she meets poacher, Arsene.
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Rewatched and re-loved. You can't imagine how much I love THIS MASTERPIECE. I can't handle how this film shocked me. Mouchette is simply perfect despite all of the imperfections that surrounds her. One of the best films ever made.
In which Robert Bresson, the master of stripped-down, economical misery, does a character study of a girl whose life is so horrible she ends up literally disappearing from the frame. The lead actress is astonishing, but I'm not as taken with this one as some cinephiles are. The first half is such a gorgeous evocation of crushing drudgery that it feels like a shame when it tips from the mundane to the melodramatic.
'..without hope without hope...' Bresson's character study may be economic in runtime but not in poignancy. His reflection on the pain of human existence may revel in cruelty and disappointment but hints at the strength within despite its ending.
i seem to be totally unable to give an emotional response to bresson films. there are always a few moments of truth (as he called them) in his films, (here - the shoes in the mud and the electric car ride) but everything else is beyond my reach.
I always have a hard time summing up Bresson's films because my response is usually so emotional, or maybe it's because I'm stupid. Well either way the meekness that Bresson brings to his characters and situations where the state of suffering feels inherently human isn't always easy to get through but at the end of his films the experience is something almost transcendent. Masterpiece. And bumper cars are awesome.
This film has aged extremely well if you come into terms with Bresson's style, as the message and the insight provided rings true for most of those who are victims of a broken family, it compels us to think and make the effort to understand them instead of give them for granted by means of a look over the shoulder or a simpleminded prejudice.
I've never seen such rapture as when she was playing bumper cars, and I've never felt such sadness as when her final acts were turned into a game, the only way she could do so, as such a basic happiness has been deprived of her for so long.
whether she dies or not, this final image is a metaphor for loss of self. It may or may not be the end of her life, but, in any event, it truly is the end of Mouchette, the thirteen year-old girl who grew up too quickly.
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