Sep 26, 2020
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La louve solitaire 1968
La louve solitaire 1968
La Dénonciation ...un grand merci @cheycarron pour la découverte
Giorgio Albertazzi fou ‘X’, l'home amb accent italià i Delphine Seyrig ‘A’, la dona morena al film “L'Année dernière à Marienbad” (‘Last Year at Marienbad’), pel·lícula francesa en blanc i negre dirigida per Alain Resnais estrenada el 1961. Va rebre el Lleó d'Or a la Mostra de Venècia el mateix any. El guió i el muntatge són d'Alain Robbe-Grillet, que es va basar en la novel·la fantàstica La Invenció de Morel de l'escriptor argentí Adolfo Bioy Casares. La pel·lícula és famosa per l'ambigüitat de la seva estructura narrativa, que ha dividit molt les crítiques. La dimensió onírica i la confusió entre realitat i il·lusió han inspirat després molts realitzadors.
Sinopsi: En un barroc hotel, un estrany, X, intenta persuadir una dona casada, A, que abandoni el seu marit, M, i s'escapoleixi amb ell. Es basa en una promesa que ella li va fer quan es van conèixer l'any anterior, a Marienbad, però la dona sembla no recordar aquella trobada.
Premis:
1962: Oscar: Nominada al Millor guió original 1962: Premis BAFTA: Nominada a Millor pel·lícula 1961: Festival de Venècia: Lleó d'Or
The first time I saw you was in the gardens at Frederiksbad. You were alone, apart from others, standing against a stone balustrade on which you rested your hand, with your arm half-extended. You turned slightly towards the central path, and you didn’t see me coming. The sound of my steps on the gravel finally caught your attention, and you turned your head. Try to remember, we were near a group of stone figures on a fairly high pedestal. A man and a woman in classical dress. Their frozen gestures seemed to dramatize some specific scene. You asked me who the figures were. I said I don’t know. You took a few guesses but I said, they could as well be you and me. Then you began to laugh. I love that. Even then, I loved the sound of your laugh. The others around us came over. Someone identified the statues. They were mythological figures, gods or heroes of ancient Greece. Or maybe it was an allegory, something like that. You’d stopped listening. You seemed far away. Your look had grown serious and vacant again. You turned away slightly to look down the central path again. And once again we were separated.
Last Year at Marienbad (dir. Alain Resnais)