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I wish that I hadnt seen this film last night.
The title sequence came after an introduction set at the end
of the 19th century. It was accompanied by soul music and I was
unimpressed by this juxtaposition. The wake, near the end of the
film, which is held for one of the girls who dies rather rapidly
from venereal disease, was accompanied by the Moody Blues Nights
in White Satin!
By then I hated almost everything about it.


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The film was written and directed by Bertrand Bonello. In the
hands of a cinematic genius this can really work, but M. Bonello
is no genius. The man clearly has no friends, or at least none
that he listens to, or that dare to give him an honest opinion!
His writing and directing was self indulgent in the extreme. The
events leading up to the central violent act, in which one of
the clients disfigures a girl, were repeated numerous times.
To dwell almost lovingly on this disgusting scene was unnecessary,
it was horrific enough to see the results. Twice the same girl
describes a dream in which she cries, and her tears are the sperm
that the same man has left inside her. Verbally this was a powerful
image, but near the end there was certainly no need to show it
visually, it just looked ridiculous!
I have never seen a brothel portrayed as a sort of upmarket funeral
parlour where everyone talks in hushed tones but no music is playing.
If this was meant to convey the sadness of the women's plight
surely it would have been better to try to contrast scenes of
public gaiety with private sadness. In this film there was just
gloom and, in spite of the nudity, precious little eroticism.
It was hard to imagine any client wanting to come back after the
first visit!

... in spite of the nudity, precious little
eroticism
Clearly the director was imposing his personal view of the situation
in which these women found themselves, and this took priority
over telling a credible story. Cinematically it was not, however,
entirely badly made. The use of masks in one of the later seances,
combined with the foreknowledge of violence, successfully created
high tension. It heightened the viewer's awareness of the risks
that women in this profession always run.
In the final scene, after the brothel had closed, we were jerked
back to the present day so that M. Bonello could show that prostitution
still exists. Well of course it does, but it wasn't necessary
to show the same Parisian location in the 21st century with prostitutes
working the streets nearby! Perhaps it was included to further
display M. Bonello's social conscience and awareness? Making a
point in such heavy handed way is typical of this film. The director
may have been pleading for the legalization of prostitution, but
within this story, the protected environment of the "maison
close" still didn't protect the women.
This film is far too long and repetitive. It oscillates between
being boring and dwelling unacceptably on violence. If anyone
felt it was worth the effort it should be recut by an experienced
film-maker and reduced in length by about 20 to 30 minutes.
"I left this film profoundly angry and I dont
recommend it to anyone!"


'Appollonide - Souvenirs de la Maison
Close (House of Tolerance)'
was selected as an official competition entry for the
Cannes 2011 Palme d'Or


Story:
editorial@french-news-online.com

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