Une belle fille comme moi

This is one of the best French comedies that I have ever come across. Most of the humour here is pretty silly stuff, but somehow it works, thanks in large part to Lafont's outstanding performance. But what makes this film a truly great piece of work is the unforgettable ending, a finish that cements it as one of the best black comedies that you'll ever see.

Camiile Bliss, is residing in a jail, her activities and actions ended up beyond the pale, but a Sociologist, wants to draft his next thesis, finding out what makes her tick, and where society has failed. So she spins him several yarns for him to knit, he investigates and thinks he can unpick, there's miscarriage in her sentence, doesn't figure out her pretence, that the tale has some flaws, and holes in it.

Bernadette Lafont steals this by a very long country mile, an outstanding performance from a very talented lady, in many ways, as she narrates the events and escapades that landed her in prison. Not the most original piece of filmmaking by today's standards but the production, dialogue and direction compliments the leading lady's performance perfectly.

Like Michael Winner, Truffaut thinks a feminist movie would be about a sexually promiscuous woman who turns the tables on a serious of idiotic men who are so caricatured that they bear little relation to the real oppressors facing women at this time, especially in institutionally misogynistic France.

I should really like this film, it has everything I wanted - directed by the maker of my three desert-island films; magic realism; a Chinese-whispers narrative structure; bawdy comedy; grotesques; superb performances. Bernadette Lafont is sprightly in the lead role, escaping all the traps men lay for her (including her director). Andre Dussolier is sensational is his first role as the intellectual, spectacles-wearing professor who can't see beyond his own nose, and Guy Marchand is hilarious as a spectacularly vain rock star.

All these things are good. The film isn't. Go figure.

Starting out "Une belle fille comme moi" seems like it might be going somewhere interesting - The study of the criminal female mind. But this film settles quickly into a silly immature comedy ripe with stereotypes and overacting. Alas, if only any of these were actually funny.

It was the François Truffaut's 12th movie and somehow it's off patten of the director, a black comedy built in sexual overtones scattered along the story, he starts this project after the flop in box-office and critics of "Les Deux Anglaises et le Continent" a dramatic story, then make sense the change.

The recently graduated sociologist Stanislas Prévine (André Dussollier) must make his thesis over criminal women, he starting hear the multi-colored story of Camille Bliss (Bernadette Lafont) a kind of girl sexually promiscuous, she re-telling her unusual story by flashbacks since tender age when unintentionally was a cause of her drunkard father, henceforth the young Camille was raised in a penal institution for underage people, she grow up there and managing to escaping stealthily and aftermaths getting married with Clovis (Philippe Léotard), having many affairs thereafter with a singer Sam Golden (Guy Marchant), a crook lawyer Marchal (Michel Delahaye) and finally the straitlacer pest-terminator Arthur (Charles Denner) ends up imprisoned by a murdered the last one.

The naïve and blind Stanislas even has a gorgeous applicant Hélène (Anne Kreis) at his feet end up falling in love by the scheming Camille, apart some oddities on the lame screenplay the picture is resourceful and pleasant to watch, also the eye-candy Bernadette Lafont was so generous in countless sexy sequences with her undeniable sex-appeal letting us gaping, Truffaut extracts the high-octane of both elements at your hands the spicy story on black humor oriented, quite sure it deserves respect quite.

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First Watch: 2015 /How many: 2 /Source: DVD /Rating: 7.25.