Les noces rouges

A few years after being one of the French New Wave four aces, Claude Chabrol said goodbye to film experiments and embarked on a very active commercial directorial career. For over 30 years he has produced films at a rate of about one each year, most of them thrillers, whose heroes belong to the French bourgeoisie, high or mid-class. 'Les noces rouges' made in 1973 belongs to these years. The setting in which the action takes place is a small French town where everybody knows everybody and where secrets seem very difficult to keep. And yet, from the first scenes of the film we realize that behind the quiet streets and facades, in the villas or apartments of the heroes with comfortable furniture and beautiful objects, there are hidden passions and secrets. Sooner or later, it is inevitable that corpses will show up.

If we were to look for a motto for this film, it would be 'how stupid lovers can be'. With question mark or exclamation mark - you can choose. Lucienne (Stéphane Audran) has an extramarital affair with Pierre Maury (Michel Piccoli), the deputy of her husband, the politician, mayor and representative Paul Delamare (Claude Piéplu). Both are unhappily married, which would be the justification for their infidelity that combines the passion and the grotesque, because in a provincial town like the one where they live (and where they also are public figures) such liaisons are difficult to consume and keep secret. Is murder the only way out? The script is inspired by a true crime case, so it seems that life not only beat the film but in this case even anticipated it.

As in many other films of Claude Chabrol it is difficult to cling to a character and identify with him or her. Paul's sick wife and Lucienne's teenage daughter may be the only innocent figures in this quiet but sinister story, sinister because of the violence that erupts in various forms, and because of the moral decay of the characters, be they criminals or victims. Lucienne's character seemed insufficiently developed, I think it was a much more interesting story than it results from the film in the biography of this woman who begins her life as a teenage mother, marries a man who does not love her but yet she supports his political career and keeps the social appearances, only to fall prey to passion on a path that can only lead to tragedy. Stéphane Audran seemed less inspired than in other films, Michel Piccoli does a good role but not one of his best, and Claude Piéplu, the less famous of the three, manages to create the most interesting character as the husband who accepts his wife's infidelity, being more much interested in his political career sprinkled with dubious business. The thriller plot plays a secondary role, the social commentary and the characterization of the characters seem to be the focal points of the director. Also pay attention to the costumes created by Karl Lagerfeld. 'Les noces rouges' may not be a high point in the career of Chabrol or his actors, but there are enough good reasons to give him a chance to watch or revise.

By no means one of Chabrol's finest this is nevertheless most watchable and the most agreeable and sinister soundtrack always suggests this may become something much grander. As it is it is a fairly predictable tale with the odd twist but leaves the two leads/lovers ending up looking rather stupid. I'm sure Mr Chabrol, like his mentor, Hitchcock found himself a little less than at ease with the ladies. Hence his wife Stephane Audran and Michel Piccoli, two great actors, but who it has to be said, are both so seemingly lacking in passion, are asked to convince that they would gladly rush to a riverbank or rooms within a stately home to make wild, passionate love. I don't think so! Claude Pieplu is great fun as the at first pompous and later calculating cuckold husband and although we are assured he is not 'up to the job' he seems to have far more fire in him than the other two. Certainly worth watching this is a curious example of the director's work and just goes to show that, again like Hitchcock, even his lesser films are at least interesting, if a little awkward.

This film has a persistently artificial feel to it that at times serves it well and at times is a hindrance - it sometimes serves to highlight the hypocrisy and corruption of the milieu and give the central characters a decadent air, but at times it interferes with character development, as it interferes with our understanding of the characters. The plot itself is rather conventional but is essentially an excuse to dissect a certain milieu. The most interesting character is in my opinion very underrated: the mayor's stepdaughter, who is clearly intelligent, somewhat sombre but decidedly not bookish. She is the sole character that does not seem motivated by purely selfish, fairly conventional motives (money, political ambition, boredom, sexual desire, etc), making her motivations harder to fathom. She is the only character with any real mystery about her; it's hinted she has some kind of fascination with death, and she makes a surprising comment related to the role of women, all of which add to her ambiguity as a character.

Les noces rouges is, first, just a correct film. You recognize Claude Chabrol in each scene , and the performances of Stephane Audran, Claude Pieplu , Michel Piccoli is one of fundamental marks. It is not the film to convince - the love affair between Lucinne and Pierre is only conventional, the effort of Pieplu reminds the steps of many politicians,Eliana de Santis gives her the best , in minimalism frame, reminding the rafinated cruelty of childhood, Clotilde Joao seems perfect in the shadow of the character of Clotilde Maury.Like many films of Chabrol, Red Wedding gives not exactly a story but the precious lavor of melancholy.

I believe this film is based on a real double murder by Bernard Coustie in 1970, and follows that closely until the final scenes. I was shocked by the Benny Hill quality of the love scenes which undermines the early scenes. The acting as a whole has a semi-comic feel and the film is short and feels perfunctory - if it wasn't Chabrol would we even remember it? However, the score is terrific, and as a time-capsule of small town France it is entertaining.