Word: depardieu
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...have all been the poorer for this. And we are infinitely the richer for his sudden and glorious reincarnation by Gerard Depardieu in Jean-Paul Rappeneau's faithful and generous adaptation of Rostand's work. For the film not only restores this splendid spirit to his rightful place in our consciousness but also redeems a virtually abandoned cinematic tradition...
...BEAUTIFUL FOR YOU. A French businessman (Gerard Depardieu) has a gorgeous, loving wife (Carole Bouquet). So how come he loves frowsy Josiane Balasko? Because in a Bertrand Blier movie, fate always drives men into the brick wall of their improbable lust. This bracing, supersonic comedy plays mid-life crisis for all it's worth: as high farce, with a body count...
...rich old Cesar Soubeyran (Yves Montand) and his simpleton nephew Ugolin (Daniel Auteuil) covet their neighbor's land. Each has his reasons, but they are not good enough. Not enough, that is, to justify their terrible plot to force the decent, innocent newcomer known as Jean de Florette (Gerard Depardieu), his patient wife and lovely child to sell their holdings at a distressed price. The Soubeyrans' idea is simple: stop up the neighbor's spring. But the execution is grim and protracted; the plotters stand by, offering sympathy but no practical assistance as Jean descends first to exhaustion, then...
...confidently as he grasps his wealth and standing in the community. His antagonist Jean has toiled since birth under the curse of a hunchback. He knows all about burdens, yet his endurance under new ones is almost unbearable to witness. When at last he cracks and curses God, Depardieu makes us feel the ground shifting not just under his feet but under our own as well. As for Auteuil, bound to his uncle by blood, drawn to Jean by compassion, he gives perhaps the most intelligent performance of obtuseness on record, always taking his character up to the edge...
...ursine form of Maurice Pialat, critically the most revered, personally the most reviled, of France's movie auteurs. A few days before, he had shown his new movie, Under the Sun of Satan, a stately adaptation of the Georges Bernanos novel about a self-torturing priest (Gerard Depardieu); its directorial style fell somewhere between rigor and rigor mortis. And now Yves Montand, president of this year's festival jury, was announcing the award of the Palme d'Or to Pialat's dour drama -- the first local product to grab the top prize since A Man and a Woman...