Journal d'une femme de chambre

It makes me wonder how one can spoil a splendid story like this. Earlier adaptations have been able to show the misery, disgust, dreary situation and yet taken the audience with them, through to the end. Here a less than convincing Lea Seydoux is seemingly dragged through the plot. And the rest of the actors likewise act like having been left behind on the scene without much of an idea what they were actually supposed to do. The miserable, unloving, sordid state in that house is shown. Though, on top of this it is also boring. Bunuel - should we say: in a modern way? - gave the chamber maid the upper hand, resolve, determination, wit. A character and her development. In this movie nothing develops, the hero - so we learn in the beginning - already has a history of being rejected by her employers. While towards the end, she's still diddling with rejection of her behaviour.

Who the heck could have had the idea of doing this remake?

Poor and confusing version of the classic novel when compared to the excellent one - and definitive - prepared by master Louis Bunuel back in 1964. One should never ever try to match a classic.

Lea Seydoux plays the chambermaid in this new version. The plot is different. In the Moreau film from the same book; she turns Joseph in for the murder and rape. Here Seydoux plans a robbery and getaway with Joseph. Moreau tries to catch Joseph, but he ends up owning a cafe in Cherbourg that he had planned with her. He's with a different woman smiling. Moreau marries the neighbor captain and is ordering him around. Seydoux states she has no power over her feelings for Joseph, and that she would do anything he wanted. This latest version has an antiquated take on the character. The father character is missing. The character of Claire is absent. We know of her murder when a round table of women discuss it. Moreau film shows Joseph going into the woods after Claire. Moreau knows and is fond of Claire. How can this screenplay cut Claire out? And the father? The husband is actively impregnating the cook, but he is not a murdering rapist. The flashback of Seydoux having sex with a young man dying of a pulmonary embolism at the moment of climax with her mouth filling with blood is a shocker. Another flashback shows her mistress's dildo in a locked red velvet jewel case that she unlocks and opens for authorities. These are two entirely different screenplays from the same book. Jeanne Moreau does no housework and presents a dignified well intentioned version of Celestine. Lea Seydoux works very hard doing everything, but her passion for Joseph controls her. Moreau is more cerebral. They are such entirely different films I think they stand apart and strong on their own different merits.

Adapted from the book, it is a movie that keeps the spirit of the era alive. Impeccably good acting. Every movie of Léa Seydoux, where everyone falls in love with her beauty, should be watched.

Lea Seydoux stars as the titular servant who has to put up w/obnoxious & lascivious overseers as she tries to maintain her sanity in the most menial of careers. Consisting of furtive looks & moody zooms, Diary hearkens back to the films of the 70's that Bunuel or Truffaut may've made but the modernity of Seydoux's casting keeps things interesting when the plot & scenery start to falter towards the mundane. The plot does becomes problematic when the story ends abruptly leaving the viewer to guess what happens next but other than this narrative hiccup, a tale well told.