Le bon plaisir

Having held a ministerial position in two governments, Francoise Giroud was well placed to write political satire whilst her writing skills had been honed by working on scripts for some of her country's finest film directors.

She has here adapted her own novel, the subject matter of which is contentious. Although she always denied having any knowledge of the 'hidden child' of President Francois Mitterand, the existence of the child was certainly well-known within the circles in which she moved.

Francis Girod's film is slick, polished, well edited and scored by Genvieve Winding and Georges Delerue and boasts excellent production values but alas lacks an 'edge' and therefore disappoints.

It remains emimently watchable however courtesy of its fabulous cast comprising Jean-Louis Trintignant as the President, Catherine Deneuve as his former mistress and mother of his child, Michel Serrault as Minister of the Interior and Michel Auclair as a gay journalist.

For those interested in trivia, there is no such square in the 14th Arrondissement of Paris named Place Jacques Becker. This has been invented as a touching tribute to the great director for whom both Giroud and Girod had worked in earlier times.

Trintignant's typically complex performance in this has attracted a few unfavourable comments but for this viewer at any rate he is ideal. His character is able, like all those who wield political power, to turn on the charm when required but is at heart utterly ruthless.

After all, in Francoise Giroud's previous book 'Comedy of Power', a portrait of the two presidents under whom she served, Giscard d'Estaing and Jacques Chirac, she observed that "any political leader must possess the killer instinct."

For once, Francis Girod directed a film in which no one dies horribly (Lacenaire, and the unforgettable Trio infernal). It's a fairly sedate story of a French president with really chilly mien who tries to bury the fact of fathering a child from an adulterous affair with Catherine Deneuve. To help him do this, he has the very capable and sinister Interior minister, played by Michel Serrault, spare no efforts. Capable, with good performances from Serrault and Auclair as a gay publisher, but not really gripping.

One of seductive films more for actors and their job than for story itself. A letter, containing an embarrasant secret about president, a young thief , a journalist, precise effort of Interior Minister to solve the situation. And the charme of Catherine Deneuve. Sure, the reference to Mitterant simmilar situation can be obvious. But the film works by itself, for the fine exploration of politic and fair answer about compromises.

This movie, made in 1983, relates the story of a French president who has an illegitimate child whose existence becomes a state secret. When the film was released, Mitterand was a newly elected president, but what was not known to the public was that Mitterand had had an illegitimate child whose existence was a state secret up to around the time of Mitterand's death. The secret was known to many journalists and, it would seem, to the makers of this film. There is no way, this could be pure coincidence, there are just too many parallels. It makes very interesting viewing now. Above all there is, as one might expect, superb acting from Deneuve, Trintignant and Serrault. Not to be missed.

Le Bon Plaisir is simultaneously tense yet relaxed. It's a tribute to the skill of the team that made this film. I can hardly find words to describe. It must literally be seen and heard to be experienced. Not to be missed. A Masterpiece of detached plot development where outcomes and impacts are not neither anticipated nor expected. The movie has a solid plotline, and yet the movie seems to flutter aimlessly in the wind like a flag on a day of gentle puffs of wind. There's an other worldly quality to this film for which I can't yet find a verbal description, but I will try. It's as if the characters are playing themselves in the movie and are aware they are playing themselves and are aware of the impending outcomes of their actions and machinations but are inexorably destined to play out the action over and over like marionettes. It's a very haunting effect.