Saint-Narcisse

Well LaBruce has done it again. Another woeful tale which could have used a good rewrite. The actors do what they can and there are a couple of moments that could have been downright spooky, but the plot is so inane, it cannot suspend disbelief. Plotting is plodding and when at last, you glimpse the eyes of the statue, you just can't help but laugh.

I was actually surprised by Saint-Narcisse. Having seen other films by this director I was expecting something more transgressive, although it seems that other reviewers were offended by the frankly mild content in this particular film (don't watch Hustler White if you can't take Saint-Narcisse). The film certainly attempts to draw your eye with the cinematography and the curated images, for example of Beatrice teasing her son's hair from the comb he used out of longing after he's left. Sometimes directors pay closer attention to the cinematography when they recognize that the plot is a little thin or progresses slowly, or they otherwise have some issue with the narrative, but whatever the case is it works in this film.

I think the casting was perfect and the actors really sold this film although there is an issue with the dialogue being often stilted and unnatural, which is presumably due to the actors being French-speaking and the film is in English. Frankly, Saint-Narcisse is more of an art film and if you're expecting explosions or a homicide in the first five minutes you'll be disappointed. Essentially this is a film about a young man who reconnects with the mother who abandoned him when he was very young. The young man also comes across his doppelganger in the form of a monk at a local monastery. The film is imperfect like everything is and it stumbles into David DeCouteau territory in the second half, but I found it visually compelling and I daresay more sedate than other offerings from this director. Sedate but not joyless. 8/10.

I'm not sure what to make of this. At times it seems like it wants to be a serious minded film. Other times it seems close to soft porn. The exterior shots are well photographed, but the acting is dismal, though the lead, Félix-Antoine Duval, has charisma and is certainly sexy to make up for his acting deficiency. He sounds dubbed, but he's not. In any event, this is a poorly written film, to put it mildly, but somehow hard to turn off as you cannot help but wonder what will happen next. I fear that makes it sound more interesting than it is. The last scene is laughable.

I'm surprised Felix still has a career after this. Absolutely terrible directing, lighting, awful story. What could've been a modern retelling of the Greek myth turned into a Pasolini style quasi art film. The intention is there, but the only thing redeeming about the movie is shirtless Felix. The final straw is the ending. The themes of narcissism and self love deserve more experienced treatment, then just turning them into a sidenote on straight lives.

The nature seems be the main virtue of this film. Far to be a bad one, it seems too ambitious, reuniting, mixing different themes in eccentric manner, offering a ball of cliches and eccentric fantasies, suggesting improvisation and exploring, in not the most smart manner, old cliches, from Narcisse to Saint Sebastian significance in gay sub culture.

Sure, beautiful details, nice references to classic stories, not uninspired - forced in few scenes - links between erotic and horror. And, no doubts, interesting work of Tania Kontoyanni, not bad try to define his characters - and the seductive body - of Felix Antoine Duval.

So, I admitt, it is not fair or easy to be very critic about this film for me. Sure, not perfect, not brilliant acting but, as admirer of Gothic culture - the thoughts about The Monk by Matthew Gregory Lewis are the first- , Saint Narcisse is more than decent.