Word: gozzi
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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RAPTURE. A strange farmhousehold on the coast of Brittany shelters an escaped criminal who fulfills the various needs of a preachy ex-judge (Melvyn Douglas), his other-worldly daughter (Patricia Gozzi), and a bed-minded serving wench (Gunnel Lindblom). The fulfillment is a triumph for English Director John Guillermin...
Soon Pierre and Cybele have abandoned themselves to their blissful if obfuscating frolic. Each feeds on the other's need to love. Cybele is an immensely feminine, bright, enchanting little girl (Patricia Gozzi plays her with astonishing insight, with the seeming understanding of a mature woman--she is the best child actress I have ever seen). Pierre grows into a father who will one day be a husband. When Madeleine discovers the relationship she becomes frightened and mystified. She spies on them...
Admittedly, the director had to work with some very amateur actors. Ray Gozzi, as the unalcoholic brother, was particularly weak. When he declaimed "I've been through a lot in life," in the very tone that one uses for "I've been to the Bick for an English," the play reaches a nadir...
Sundays and Cybèle. People turn and stare at them. No wonder. Pierre (Hardy Kruger) is 30, Cybèle (Patricia Gozzi) is twelve. Yet there they go through a pretty little park near Paris, holding hands and mooning. "You'll be 36," she murmurs dreamily, "when I'm 18. He bends and kisses her hair. Tenderly as a mother she holds his head and tells him that he looks like "un enfant perdu. Seductively as a mistress she lies on the soft sward, tells him that something touched her shoulders in a dream-"and I thought...
...such a powerfully perfumed little fleur du mat. It is lovely to look at-Cameraman Henri Decaë laves his park and his pond and his wandering darlings in a Proustian pallor of times lost. It is formidably well-played-Kruger finely suggests both Cupid and psycho, and Gozzi is a born actress with big brown eyes and a pretty little finger to wrap fathers around. And it is composed with surprising finesse-Director Serge Bourguignon, who at 31 had never before made a full-length film, makes images as surely as a peacock makes feathers...