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A profoundly Hitchcockian film, in that its real subjects are guilt, passion and terrible consequences of a sin that starts out small.
The work of one of the most continuously surprising and accomplished directors of his day.
In the end, the film is not about an attraction between two people, but about the love of the spectator for the image -- the perverse transactions between the audience and the screen.
The Woman Next Door (1981) unites the sublime Gérard Depardieu with big-screen newcomer Fanny Ardant in a combustible drama about the consequences of passion.
Intended as a sophisticated study about the travails of obsessive love among the bourgeois professionals.
An intriguing story about obsessive love
The Woman Next Door is a compelling exploration of romantic obsession.
Truffaut mines the natural acting prowess of his leading lovers to great effect
"The Woman Next Door" is a simple tale of romantic obsession. Simple enough that director Francois Truffaut apparently had trouble fleshing it into a full-length feature. So, he adds a trivial subplot about book publishing, an inordinate amount of tennis and a strangely emphasized secondary character who doesn't justify her prominence.
Bernard (Gerard Depardieu, who else?) lives with his wife and child in a cozy country home. A couple moves into the house next door and, lo and behold, the beautiful Mathilde (Fanny Ardant, who later had a daughter with Truffaut) turns out to be Bernard's ex-lover from several years ago. They had an intense relationship that drove them both to the brink of madness. Bernard and Mathilde delay telling their partners about this awkward coincidence, but can't help immediately resuming their affair. This won't end well, will it?
The film is expertly directed with a classy Georges Delerue score, but there's a point where the emotional heat takes a radical jump that seems too sudden and not entirely motivated. Depardieu and Ardant don't have much chemistry, and a few flashbacks might have helped their story's impact. And Veronique Silver is fine as an older, maternal friend whose crippled leg foreshadows the danger of all-consuming desire, but she never becomes vital to the plot and draws far too much screen time. Meanwhile, the spouses of Bernard and Mathilde are underwritten and barely make an impression. Odd. With a better focused script, this could have been a great film.
Depardieu wears this one really great sweater in this movie.
A lesser known Truffaut. Certainly not one of his best but it's entertaining enough. Also it's one of Truffaut's films where his love for Hitchcock is most evident. Good ending as well, even if it was somewhat foreshadowed in the beginning.
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