Traitement de choc

Unbelievable story and an AWFUL music. But I give it 4 points because Alain Delon's face makes it possible to watch this ridiculous film

The curse of French cinema: as it is (heavily) subsidized, people with really original ideas get to shoot them while they are either not necessary talented directors, or not being challenged enough for the ideas to blossom into a great feature.

Shock Treatment is a perfect example. The premise, the synopsis are exciting aplenty, but we only get a pedestrian rendition of it. Basically, apart from the view of Belle-Ile, you would almost be better off reading the summary of the movie instead of sitting through this piece of monotonous movie-making.

38-year-old businesswoman (Annie Girardot), healthy but exhausted from work, takes the advice of her gay friend and checks into a rehabilitation spa overlooking the ocean. The institute specializes in living cell therapy, the menu consists of seaweed dishes, and a notice on the wall claims "your physical posture reflects the state of your psyche". It all looks good from the outset, but the new arrival's first hint of trouble comes while observing the frightened staff, the other clients, and even some of the locals, all of whom behave strangely...and then her gay friend maybe/maybe not commits suicide after warning her about the clinic's "monstrous horrors". French-Italian co-production, an early precursor to the For God's Sake, Get Out! Thriller genre, has been expertly-crafted for the most part by director and co-writer Alain Jessua, though one does wish the heroine made more sense as a character (she's sleeping with power-mad head honcho Alain Delon one minute and spying on him the next). Still intriguing, with rueful finish. *** from ****

Watching movies from the 70s can be an anthropological exercise. For instance, in those faraway times, people did not wear safety belts in cars. In fact they even sat on the rear body of convertibles.

They also bathed naked and we were allowed to see both male and female naked bodies, even getting glimpses of Delon's jewels.

With all this in display the plot take back stage, also because by now we saw it many times already. Girardot is a rich businesswoman who wants to ty a rejuvenating, expensive and secret treatment in a creepy clinic by the sea (nice landscape, though).

Delon is the mysterious doctor who manages the clinic. Add the Portuguese young members of staff who disappear one by one, do the math and you'll probably guess what's going on long before Girardot.

The biggest shock was watching the interview with the director, Jessua, on the special features disc. Anyone less like a movie personality would be hard to imagine. More like your friendly neighbourhood greengrocer. How did this guy ever stray into the cinematic world ? If this flick became a success it was because it presented two stars, in roles which did not type-cast them. There is also an extended, reasonably unshocking, nudist scene of numerous extras at the seaside. Including the stars, Delon and Girardot. Hilarious. Weird is not the word. Plot and direction are beyond eccentric. Positively peculiar. Sort of haphazard. Murder, immigrant exploitation, police and other corruption are the message. Same as what used to be that of the News of the World, of distant British memory. Shock enjoyed for phony moral reasons.