Luis Buñuel, who was Assistant Director, quit the picture after clashing with producer/director Jean Epstein over Epstein's decision to basically ignore Edgar Allan Poe's story.
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I had the chance to see this film about 20 years ago and it's still quite
fresh in my mind (if you knew me you'd find this very unusual).
I still remember how I was wrapping myself up during the course of the
film
as I was feeling colder and colder - it was a summer night, mind
you.
The plot sticks tightly to the original story and it shows France's
affinity
with Edgar Allan Poe since it was the great Charles Beaudelaire himself
who
translated Poe's work into French.
The film manages to create an unusual sense of discomfort unlike most
classic horror films where the settings etc. result more in a feeling of
(uneasy) cosiness. The insanity in Roderick Usher's face is utterly
believable as well as the parts of the other characters.
What tops it all up is the constant draught in the mansion.
Wall hangings are steadily moving and bits of paper and dust are blowing
through the corridors. Hence the above mentioned feeling of physical
coldness.
All I can say is I need to see this film again and I would be grateful if
anyone could point me in the right direction (Quelq'un en France,
peut-etre?).
I had the chance to see this film about 20 years ago and it's still quite fresh in my mind (if you knew me you'd find this very unusual). I still remember how I was wrapping myself up during the course of the film as I was feeling colder and colder - it was a summer night, mind you.
The plot sticks tightly to the original story and it shows France's affinity with Edgar Allan Poe since it was the great Charles Beaudelaire himself who translated Poe's work into French.
The film manages to create an unusual sense of discomfort unlike most classic horror films where the settings etc. result more in a feeling of (uneasy) cosiness. The insanity in Roderick Usher's face is utterly believable as well as the parts of the other characters. What tops it all up is the constant draught in the mansion. Wall hangings are steadily moving and bits of paper and dust are blowing through the corridors. Hence the above mentioned feeling of physical coldness.
All I can say is I need to see this film again and I would be grateful if anyone could point me in the right direction (Quelq'un en France, peut-etre?).