[Just to be clear, I am writing this post the morning of 4/26/16, and my last little boy incurred a urinary tract block unexpectedly around 4/21. I was forced to have him manhandled and destroyed by animal control and I am driving myself to exhaustion beating down broken heart syndrome; I'm really not having an easy time.]
Signor, Signor!-- The Tragedy of the Medici
Bonjour Tristesse, as biting social satire, predates New Wave films by a few years, but certainly anticipates the shockwave that was to hit cinema within the next decade, thanks to Otto Preminger's brilliant eye for composition within the frame of the camera lens. Certain wicked correspondences occur to one, even without a full study of the biography of the ground breaking director. Both Henry James and Preminger studied law, and both were masters of structured narrative. Within the claustrophobic grasp of David Niven and Jean Seberg as the genitive father daughter, we not only see hints of incest, but recall The Golden Bowl as well, though there is of course no direct allusion, as this is undeniably Sagan's biting social wit at play, while true and perhaps dangerous exhaustion overtake me. I'll pick it up tomorrow, without back dating as I wished.
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