Comments on: Juste Avant La Nuit (1971) – Yearning for Submission http://ruthlessculture.com/2009/09/10/juste-avant-la-nuit-1971-yearning-for-submission/ Jonathan McCalmont's Criticism Sat, 20 Mar 2010 16:03:43 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Jonathan M http://ruthlessculture.com/2009/09/10/juste-avant-la-nuit-1971-yearning-for-submission/#comment-605 Jonathan M Fri, 11 Sep 2009 10:04:20 +0000 http://ruthlessculture.com/?p=730#comment-605 Thanks, and I agree it is quite spectacularly dark. The scenes on the beach reminded me of Herzog's Nosferatu. Same washed out colours. I really love the way in which Chabrol would re-use the same actors. Working with him at the time must have been like being part of a rep company with the ctors learning how to get the best out of each other and knowing instinctively what the director needs. Thanks, and I agree it is quite spectacularly dark. The scenes on the beach reminded me of Herzog’s Nosferatu. Same washed out colours.

I really love the way in which Chabrol would re-use the same actors. Working with him at the time must have been like being part of a rep company with the ctors learning how to get the best out of each other and knowing instinctively what the director needs.

]]> By: Richard Kovitch http://ruthlessculture.com/2009/09/10/juste-avant-la-nuit-1971-yearning-for-submission/#comment-603 Richard Kovitch Fri, 11 Sep 2009 08:48:47 +0000 http://ruthlessculture.com/?p=730#comment-603 A brilliant reading of this film. I think you are 100% spot on with Ernest Jones's perspective. For me, this is Chabrol's darkest and most melancholy film, the final scenes on the beach as bleak as French Cinema has gone, reminiscent of Bergman in his most existenstialist mood. Through this period, it struck me Chabrol simply couldn't put a foot wrong. A brilliant reading of this film. I think you are 100% spot on with Ernest Jones’s perspective. For me, this is Chabrol’s darkest and most melancholy film, the final scenes on the beach as bleak as French Cinema has gone, reminiscent of Bergman in his most existenstialist mood.

Through this period, it struck me Chabrol simply couldn’t put a foot wrong.

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