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...knee, actually. Or so says Author-Director Eric Rohmer (My Night at Maud's). As always, Rohmer remains resolutely out of style. People go to bed and talk-only talk-the whole night through. The quarry always contrives to keep the pursuer in view. Politesse is stressed; sexual desire hovers about conversations, but some things are just not spoken in mixed company...
...commonplaces a classic aspect. Is coincidence a cliche? Very well, then, the father, Charles Thenier (Michel Duchaussoy), learns the identity of the hit-and-run murderer by a convenient accident. Are villains too often betes noiresl The driver is a child-beating, wife-torturing, mistress-abusing salaud. Does the pursuer fall in love with his quarry-as Belmondo did with Deneuve in Mississippi Mermaid! The villain's mistress (Caroline Cellier) is a lodestar of beauty and melancholia. Naturally, Charles is smitten...
Hind becomes the almost ludicrous pursuer of a lost cause whose tangled effects obfuscate his thinking. Clues ravel in his memory until the past becomes present and all of life is poured into one densely occupied moment. "Hooked with a wood into the forest, it will lead you well beyond the pier," states one clue. Does it refer to the golf course owned by Hind's friend Ashley Sill, where one may hook the ball into the trees? Or does it mean the huge fishhook stuck in the ironwood outside the Laurel home, from where Hershey was taken...
...behavior of males and females. Not only were there organic changes in perception, brain size, posture, hand formation, and locomotion, but there were also social structural changes." Limited by her procreative and maternal responsibilities, woman became shaped evolutionally to play a passive role. Man, the muscular and footloose pursuer of game, evolved in a far more self-assertive direction...
...just comes," warns Sarah. "I'll hear him," Varner insists. But he never does. Salvaje picks off the ranch's hired hands one by one. Varner at last realizes that the only way around fate is through it and goes out into the woods to confront his pursuer. The stalker becomes the stalked, the suspense winds as taut as a leather thong, and the violent conclusion is as inevitable as moonset and death...