this french title kind of sounds like 'lazy you, son veezage.' but who would call their son veesage? another question that comes to mind is how in the world did i choose to ever watch a horror film?
well, scary it is but not in the traditional way. it is more like a fairy tale where the prince of darkness wears a white lab coat as he lumbers through his villa on the outskirts of paris. i do not love every film that criterion chooses to release but they all have one thing in common: international respect. i would surely choose jean cocteau's vision over the director of 'eyes without a face' simply because i trust cocteau to not frighten me. this movie led me and my friend rebecca into a wonderful conversation after its dreamy final scene whereby the heroine walks into yet another strange reality. in essence: all is vanity until one wakes from that particular dream.
photo: actress edith scob and friend
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