After viewing the magnicient The Passion of Joan of Arc by Dreyer I felt compelled to check out Bresson’s own take, and, I have to confess, I felt a touch of disappointment. Bresson, of course, is working with the bare minimums here, he’s taking away everything to give us an unsentimental and real portrayal of Joan, but, by doing this, he’s losing the compassion one felt for Joan in Passion. This version is too cold for my liking, I can appreciate Bresson’s intentions, but, ultimately, it’s not close to Dryer’s version.
Marks out of ten – Six
The master of cinematic realism, Robert Bresson, gives us a sparse and poetic film about a young girl in a painful, desolate world. It’s an uncomfortable watch, for sure, it has the rape of a minor, animal torture, child abuse and so on. It may be great, but it’s not enjoyable. It’s hard to even articulate a movie like this into a few sentences such is the depth, beauty and depravity that encompasses the work. However, in the spirit of Bresson, I’ll strip this review down to the bare minimum, to a singular word; difficult.
Marks out of ten – Eight