Les orgueilleux (1953)
Country: FR
Technical: bw 99m
Director: Yves Allégret
Cast: Gérard Philipe, Michèle Morgan, C. L. Moctezuma
Synopsis:
Stranded in a Mexican port during the celebrations of Holy Week, an alcoholic former doctor and a lately widowed female tourist find each other amid the drama of a meningitis epidemic.
Review:
Like a more psychological cousin of Clouzot's Wages of Fear, this admittedly overlong treatment of a property of J-P Sartre's called Typhus is strong on atmosphere and packs a heady sensual punch. (Morgan is at all times kept carefully covered in a film of sweat, and the scene in which she strips down to her underwear in her hotel room next to a woefully inadequate electric fan certainly transcends its non-sexualised context!) Noteworthy is the spaghetti-western style mocking laughter over the opening and closing titles, setting the seal on the doomed cynicism of the piece.
Country: FR
Technical: bw 99m
Director: Yves Allégret
Cast: Gérard Philipe, Michèle Morgan, C. L. Moctezuma
Synopsis:
Stranded in a Mexican port during the celebrations of Holy Week, an alcoholic former doctor and a lately widowed female tourist find each other amid the drama of a meningitis epidemic.
Review:
Like a more psychological cousin of Clouzot's Wages of Fear, this admittedly overlong treatment of a property of J-P Sartre's called Typhus is strong on atmosphere and packs a heady sensual punch. (Morgan is at all times kept carefully covered in a film of sweat, and the scene in which she strips down to her underwear in her hotel room next to a woefully inadequate electric fan certainly transcends its non-sexualised context!) Noteworthy is the spaghetti-western style mocking laughter over the opening and closing titles, setting the seal on the doomed cynicism of the piece.
Country: FR
Technical: bw 99m
Director: Yves Allégret
Cast: Gérard Philipe, Michèle Morgan, C. L. Moctezuma
Synopsis:
Stranded in a Mexican port during the celebrations of Holy Week, an alcoholic former doctor and a lately widowed female tourist find each other amid the drama of a meningitis epidemic.
Review:
Like a more psychological cousin of Clouzot's Wages of Fear, this admittedly overlong treatment of a property of J-P Sartre's called Typhus is strong on atmosphere and packs a heady sensual punch. (Morgan is at all times kept carefully covered in a film of sweat, and the scene in which she strips down to her underwear in her hotel room next to a woefully inadequate electric fan certainly transcends its non-sexualised context!) Noteworthy is the spaghetti-western style mocking laughter over the opening and closing titles, setting the seal on the doomed cynicism of the piece.