Only one thing hampered my total enjoyment of this film: Isild le Besco, with her Asian looks, cannot possibly be the child of Jean-Pierre Cassel and Dominique Reymond. Otherwise this is far better than Kaufman's Quills as a portrait of Sade. Daniel Auteuil is always at home in costume parts (remember him as the doomed officer in The Widow of St. Pierre?) and his ease with the part is wonderful. This is a more thoughtful, more world-weary debauched aristocrat than the caricature that Geoffrey Rush gave us. My favorite scene: dinner at the prison, Sade musing about Robespierre's belief in a supreme being--would that be solid, or a gas perhaps?--as he courts Emilie, under the watchful eyes of her parents.
Benoit Jacquot has made a film that is more accessible than some he has done. There is a Bressonian austerity to some of his past films that this one thankfully lacks. The Marquis had the ability to appeal to your love of liberty and hatred for tyranny, at the same time as making you appalled when you sit down to read his novels. Jacquot knows this and plays down the writing.
Benoit Jacquot has made a film that is more accessible than some he has done. There is a Bressonian austerity to some of his past films that this one thankfully lacks. The Marquis had the ability to appeal to your love of liberty and hatred for tyranny, at the same time as making you appalled when you sit down to read his novels. Jacquot knows this and plays down the writing.