35mm. An absolute disaster, starting with her protagonist, an actress of unique expression who tries to combine in this mask a memoristic idea of femme fatale and her persona. Personality is what's missing in this film, if we exclude the imaginary sequence of a brothel, with Brisseau's usual erotic exclamations, which with the almost final scene, of a strenuous Electra variation, is (are) pathetic.
Like a remake of Basic Instinct, in which the Hollywood necessity for action movie pyrotechnics, Hitchcock "twists" & macho posturing has been replaced by Brisseau's baroque decadence, slow burning mystery & element of the fantastique. The themes of obsession, duplicity & culpability are much the same, but the ornate stylisation, tasteful performances & perverse plot result in an altogether more seductive experience.