I thought Les Femmes (1969) was just bad because it was later in Bardot’s career. I was wrong. This film manages to takes all the pleasure out of seeing Bardot in numerous fantasy-like positions. It’s somewhere between the enjoyable sadism of Luis Buñuel’s Viridiana (1961) and the painful, but cathartic sadism of Lars Von Trier’s Breaking The Waves (1996). The film starts with Bardot leaving her lover to go on a trip. She arrives at her hotel to find a man in her bed who appears to be dead. Turns out he tried to kill himself and she has just “rescued” him. He quickly latches onto her and comes home with her. He manages to get her to withdraw from the world and pay attention only to him. You could call it psychological torture, but it’s kind of with her consent and not quite as nasty as the word “torture”. I’m not sure if we are supposed to enjoy the torture or pity the two and feel resolution in the final over the top scene. Since I couldn’t do either, the film felt like it was torturing me. In the end, a few nice shots of Bardot are all I ended up with.
There is no possible reason to bother with this trash. I am going to watch another Bardot film entitled Two Weeks In September (1967) next. Maybe it will be better…I hope!