Category Archives: Catherine Breillat

New Breillat film stars fashion model Naomi Campbell and con artist Christophe Rocancourt

Bad Love (film) by Catherine Breillat

Bad Love by Breillat published bby Léo Scheer

Bad Love (2007) Catherine Breillat

Bad Love is a French film by Catherine Breillat scheduled for 2009, starring fashion model Naomi Campbell and impostor/con artist Christophe Rocancourt, produced by Jean-François Lepetit, based on Breillat’s own novel published by Léo Scheer in 2007.

Bright Lights Film Journal (along with Senses of Cinema[1] and Images Journal[2], the best film site online) has an interview with Jahsonic fave Breillat[3] conducted by Damon Smith.

From Léo Scheer publisher:

“Vivian Parker, une star sublime et hautaine, rencontre Louis lors d’un festival de cinéma. Sans savoir pourquoi, elle lui donne son numéro de téléphone. Commence alors une passion qui réunit deux êtres que tout oppose. Entraînés dans le vertige de leur amour irrationnel, les deux amants vont se découvrir peu à peu, avant de se déchirer. Avec ce roman à deux voix, tour à tour émouvant, sensuel, sombre et cruel, Catherine Breillat met en scène une histoire d’amour tragique, une histoire de dévoration mutuelle.”

So it looks like another story of tainted love, mad love and impossible obsessive love fitting for an entry in Cinema of Obsession: Erotic Obsession and Love Gone Wrong.

Other films expected in 2009:

When you fall for a boy

Fat Girl/À ma soeur! (2001) – Catherine Breillat

“When you fall for a boy, you try to pin him down too soon. After three days, he wants to kick his way free and get as far away as he can.”

“Oh, yeah? So let’s see who can pick up a decent boy first. Any boy. Even a fat slob like you.”

“That shows how dumb you are. You’re great physically but once they get to know you, they run a mile. They run before even getting to know you!”

“I’m just too young. They’d be scared to sleep with me.”

“But you reek of loose morals.”

“I don’t sleep around.”

“That’s the only thing you don’t do. You have a weird notion of what ‘not sleeping around’ means.”

“That’s what matters, you know.”

“I don’t think so. If I meet a man I love, I’d want to be broken in. He won’t think my first time counts. The first time should be with nobody. I don’t want a guy bragging he had me first. Guys are all sick.”

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Catherine Breillat’s obsession with the dialectical nature of love and violence could not be better articulated than in the haunting last words echoed by Anaïs:

Police officer: She was in the woods. She says he didn’t rape her.

Anaïs: Don’t believe me if you don’t want to.

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