Pialat strays from the invisible border that separates themes of human banalities on one side from religious and existential ambition on the other. I believe he is much better at the former. That's not to detract from this effort, which is atmospheric and chilling. There is something rather theatrical in this film however, and locations feel more like stages. Perhaps this is because the source is a novel.
Un véritable chef d’œuvre ! À voir et revoir ! Tout est chef d’œuvre dans ce film. Bien sûr le texte de Bernanos y est pour beaucoup. Mais c’est ce qu’en a su faire Maurice Pialat qui est bouleversant. Merci à Mubi de faire cette rétrospective d’un si grand cinéaste et poète.
For his definition of the one who has access to more than one realm, and his torments. The scholar that isn't, his realm is too arbitrary, cutting off accesses. The menial man that isn't, short of time he is preoccupied. Between somewhere, connected like a peasant, mindful like a scholar. He has to be chosen by a master, as the master was chosen too by another master. It left me looking inward.