This was Jaeckin's follow-up to the infamous Emmanuelle and it's much more of the same: glossy, soft core nonsense with high production values based on a notorious erotic novel published in France in the '50's. Surprisingly, celebrated director Henri-Georges Clouzot tried for years to bring an adaptation to the screen but, perhaps less surprisingly, he failed to arouse much interest from potential financial backers..
Distinctly French - Marquise De Sade, Boris Vian and George Bataille would have been somewhat ashamed. Very poor soundtrack, but very good costumes and somewhat interesting plot. The film is really pornographic and reminds me of some of Zebediah Colt's fantasies.
My main problem with this film is that I couldn't tell if this was the story of a strong woman who understands her love and devotion to a man, or if it was just some sexist perverse dream brought to life to portray a blanket male fantasy. Obviously, I would like to believe it's the former, but there is no confirmation, no reason for the willingness to go through with these acts. Maybe I need to watch it again.
Cheap seventies software porn dressed up as something deeper. The first twenty minutes should give you a pretty representative sample.No depth to any of the characters, nor explanations as to why the act like they do. If the misogny doesn't date the file, the soundtrack does.
Quite possibly Jaeckin's most visually impressive film, a delirious rush of high-brow aesthetics and eroticism, lush costumes, sets and framing. Unfortunately its all ruined by an essentially retarded narrative, all the men in this film are either ugly, intellectually uninteresting or just pathetic, hardly worth being submissive for.
Ugly photography, corny music, bland acting, thoughtless art direction: there are no technical achievements worth noting here. However, the plot took some unexpected turns, and I was glad I stuck it out. I'll have to read the book now, I suppose. 2 of 5