Word: conformiste
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...Conformist. One of the great ones: by Bernardo Bertollucci, with Dominique Sanda and Jean-Louis Trintignant...
...tung. In the past, those have been assets. Chou has been on the Politburo for 42 years, longer (by three years) than Mao; this durability reflects his skill at avoiding passionate commitments to policies or dogma. In that sense, Chou is utterly unlike Mao. "Chou is a conformist," says Rand Corp. Sinologist Thomas Robinson. "He often swims with the tide. Mao wants to cause-and, if necessary, reverse-the tide...
...Conformist features the year's freshest colors, passionate direction, and a beautiful girl who can act, Dominique Sanda. It is also meaningfully ridden with guilt and melancholy. Filmmaker Bernardo Bertollucci--once a Godard acolyte--here encloses himself in circular storytelling and claustrophobic environment. A repressed homosexual (Jean-Louis Trintignant) turns to Fascism to become one of the boys, can't cut the mustard even then, and finally returns to simpering solitude when Mussolini falls. The film examines the paths decadence travels in a decrepit society: note that the liberal professor whom Trintignant reveres fled Italy when his student most needed...
...worldly' morality lies in Dominique Sanda's Micol. Showing herself as an almost incestuous alter ego to Helmut Berger's Alberto, her cool beauty fails to mask a festering decadence that has been epitomized by Berger's own performances in Visconti's The Damned, and Bertollucci's The Conformist. While society is being corrupted outside the garden, the self-contained life-style perpetuated by the Finzi-Continis on the inside is rotting at the core. Raised as a bluestocking, Micol quips to Giorgio that she's writing her thesis on Emily Dickenson, "a dried-up spinster like me." Minutes later...
Maybe you were one of those who felt that after all the maundering I would wind up exactly like my father-that all along I was a conformist manqué. You were right. Boy, were you right! For a while. A long while. At first I bought the whole shot. My head got straight; I went to Columbia-after I said I would never go to any of those phony Ivy schools-and even tried a year of law school. I wore a Tattersall vest. I even wore a hat, for God's sake. Not a red hunting...