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Breillat's first film....luckily, she improves
The director of this film, Catherine Breillat, is one of the greatest filmmakers working today. Her films are blazingly sexual, and she is not afraid to show what other directors (especially American ones) would never even think of showing, both in images and dialogue. Her films are very cynical and bleak, and neither sex is spared from her eyes. However, this film is not one of her best. It's a bit pretentious, overly artsy, but still interesting. It was her first film, and generally, it's not very good, but you can see the themes of her later work (which is superior). If you want great Breillat work, try Fat Girl, Romance, Anatomy of Hell, and Sex is Comedy.

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This is not misunderstood culture...this is garbage
This is not some artsy production that less cerebral people can't seem to grasp. This is just assanine. Earthworms, bird feathers, daddy proudly flaunting all two inches? If you don't mind sitting through a a senseless story where a girl (who never changes clothes for days on end) rides her bicycle to a lumber mill every day to stare at some guy who never speaks, then this is the emovie for you. If your idea of a good fantasy is having an earthworm crawl on you or your girl and a feather quill in the (...), then this just may be for you. This film is mindless. <
>Watching is a sadistic form of punishment.

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The Awakening of another Psycho-B....
Another Catherine Breillart examination of a weird-ass French chick. I have a hunch that is a description of the writer/director herself. At any rate, the real interest became a guessing game as to what inanimate object the heroine would insert in herself next. A trying and boring distillation of everything that is absurd and exasperating with introspective, obsessive intellectualism. The young lady is lovely, and I hope she found better material for herself in her later career. <
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>Whenever I am exposed to one of these extravaganzas of repulsive people doing shocking things, I always think of Elliot Gould as the photographer in Little Murders, who is embraced and lionized by the intelligencia when he starts photographing dog poo on the streets of New York. And why not? Isn't it nature? Doesn't it symbolize and comment on the way we live? Yeah, right. Have fun.