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Murmur of the Heart (Louis Malle, 1971)
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Now this one I feel I'm underrating by a half a box because it really is an almost perfect little film and one of Malle's best. Considering that the entire film leads up to an act of incest, it seems to be almost like watching the most natural thing in the world, at least as far as that could be considered natural. Of course, at some point in man's early history, incest must have been the normal way to reproduce, but this film somehow depicts something which seems to be nothing less than a sacred act of love. The mother (Lea Massari) has three sons and a husband who doesn't especially love her anymore. It's 1954, and the youngest son (Benoît Ferreux) is 15 and really getting interested in sex. He goes to a Catholic school, but at the instigation of his older brothers, he loses his cherry at a bordello and then becomes attracted to a couple of girls his own age. While spending some time at a hotel with his mother, the boy almost becomes obsessed with how perfect a female his mother is (as most boys do at some point), but when she realizes that he's "checking her out", she slaps him and makes it clear that it's just plain wrong. However, enough things happen to both the Mother and Son on Bastille Day that something transpires which will undoubtedly shape the rest of their lives, and I, for one, can see it as a unique occurrence, totally loving and positive. The French, They are a Funny Race!
Murmur of the Heart (Louis Malle, 1971)
+Now this one I feel I'm underrating by a half a box because it really is an almost perfect little film and one of Malle's best. Considering that the entire film leads up to an act of incest, it seems to be almost like watching the most natural thing in the world, at least as far as that could be considered natural. Of course, at some point in man's early history, incest must have been the normal way to reproduce, but this film somehow depicts something which seems to be nothing less than a sacred act of love. The mother (Lea Massari) has three sons and a husband who doesn't especially love her anymore. It's 1954, and the youngest son (Benoît Ferreux) is 15 and really getting interested in sex. He goes to a Catholic school, but at the instigation of his older brothers, he loses his cherry at a bordello and then becomes attracted to a couple of girls his own age. While spending some time at a hotel with his mother, the boy almost becomes obsessed with how perfect a female his mother is (as most boys do at some point), but when she realizes that he's "checking her out", she slaps him and makes it clear that it's just plain wrong. However, enough things happen to both the Mother and Son on Bastille Day that something transpires which will undoubtedly shape the rest of their lives, and I, for one, can see it as a unique occurrence, totally loving and positive. The French, They are a Funny Race!
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It's what you learn after you know it all that counts. - John Wooden
My IMDb page
And yes, it's quite good.
