Louis Garrel-- and not just for the dark curly hair and the sexy moles. Though, the royal we must insist, none of that's the least of it, either.
No, there's much more to this one, as becomes immediately apparent in his work opposite 
Grégoire Leprince-Ringuet and
Ludivine Sagnier, among other hotties, in Chansons d'Amour (or Love Songs, if one simply must have it en anglais). See the trailer here:
Grégoire Leprince-Ringuet and
Ludivine Sagnier, among other hotties, in Chansons d'Amour (or Love Songs, if one simply must have it en anglais). See the trailer here:As if a Parisien-Bretagne menage-a-lot weren't enough to, um, pique the prurient interest (and it is, dear reader), my subsequent inquiry into his work, much but not all of what I could find for typically-leftie-French-intellectual director Christophe Honoré, turned up perv gold!
Ma Mère, based on a book by 20th century sex-and-philosophy frekazoid Georges Bataille (and you know what happens when the French start mixing that kind of stuff together), finds Garrel not only playing the (often naked) (frequently cumming) school lad returned to his pervy parents' summer home out on some island. Mom, as referenced in the title and played stone cold by
Isabelle Huppert, decides it's time her son weren't so. damn. innocent. But she (and several others) get more than they bargained for, and sexual Bolshevism and its attendant psycho-sexual degeneracies ensue. Good times!
Isabelle Huppert, decides it's time her son weren't so. damn. innocent. But she (and several others) get more than they bargained for, and sexual Bolshevism and its attendant psycho-sexual degeneracies ensue. Good times!Don't let reviewers' preoccupations with, um, the sins of Oedipus fool you, this-here's a many-course feast of the French tendency to, as one wag put it, philosophize in the bedroom.
Extra special mention, before the trailer: Garrel, as Pierre, doing poolside pushups in only short-shorts and his Vans! 
Sweet twinkie Jebus, a visual feast!
Sweet twinkie Jebus, a visual feast!
Now available on Netflix! So, okay, perv away:
I wrote some stuff a while ago on the cinematographic semoitics and things in Chansons, I'll see if I cant dig them up and repost...
ReplyDeleteOopsie-- I almost forgot to mention Honoré's Dans Paris, which clearly nods to the debit it owes Franny and Zooey. However, it also clearly foreshadows Chansons d'Amour right down to the careful attention to color palette. Not least of all, more Garrel nudity and generally sexual behavior... yeah, I freely admit skipping the whole first part of the movie, i.e. the heterosexual drama, to get back with Louie baby :-)
ReplyDeleteLessee if I can go so far as to embed here... nope, you'll hafta settle for a clicky-clickthru.