Friday, 6 June 2025

La Cérémonie [1995]

 Claude Chabrol had impishly quipped that La Cérémonie – one of his greatest accomplishments, and which I’d been craving to revisit ever since I read A Judgement in Stone, the terrific source novel by Ruth Rendell – that it’s a “Marxist film”. This deliciously insidious tour de force work wasn’t just a cutting dissection of class structures, dynamics and conflicts, it literally culminated into a violent class war. He transplanted the novel from the British to the French countryside, retaining the unnerving interplay between a provincial locale’s overly tranquil environs and its sordid undercurrents with sinister possibilities, while replacing the author’s faux-reportage prose with a venomously ironic tone that made this an icily controlled domestic thriller. The malevolent tale is spearheaded with stunning aplomb by two of the most fabulous French actresses – Sandrine Bonnaire, as the taciturn, eerily withdrawn and inscrutable Sophie who’s pathologically ashamed of her illiteracy, and Isabelle Huppert, as the chirpy, eccentric, borderline unhinged and devilishly volatile Jeanne. A ticking bomb is planted the day the wealthy, cultured and deeply snobbish Lelièvres – comprising of the ravishingly beautiful Catherine (Jacqueline Bisset), her quietly arrogant second husband Georges (Jean-Pierre Cassel), his gently condescending college-going daughter Melinda (Virginie Ledoyen), and her gauche adolescent son – hire Sophie as resident maid in their isolated mansion, and the fuse gets lit when the latter ends up befriending Jeanne, an impetuous postmistress who loves prying into people’s secrets and holds a smouldering grudge against the family for their privilege and indifference. Further, the feral pair are subconsciously craving for delayed vendetta against the social order for their disreputable pasts, and their roiling resentments erupt into a shockingly manic climax that Chabrol must’ve especially relished filming.

p.s. This is a revisit. My earlier review of this film can be found here.







Director: Claude Chabrol

Genre: Crime Thriller/Black Comedy

Language: French

Country: France

2 comments:

Alan Zachary zacharyonfilm.substack.com said...

I think this is Chabrol's greatest film, and that's saying plenty. It is his most unsettling account of resentment and anger in the working class; we see what can happen when the wealthy act with consideration and generosity only to discover that those traits are seen very differently and can never be appreciated.

Here, we need to keep a close eye on Isabelle Huppert’s bitter postal worker (Jeanne). She reads a lot, giving out paraphrases of yellow journalism, popular novels, and daily television dramas. A family on vacation that sends Sophie its maid only one postcard is to Jeanne just another example of the infuriating casual indifference of the rich. The fabulous clothes found in a bedroom closet is evidence of conspicuous consumption. A handkerchief borrowed to clean an automobile’s radiator, is carelessly tossed away as if it were a cheap tissue – more proof of the wealthy’s indifference to the needs of others.

When Chabrol assembles all of these minor incidents into a ritual that has the Commendatore sending Mozart’s Don Giovanni to hell while the family watches a television performance of the opera while dressed in black-tie in their living room, we are astonished at what happens. Looking back, we have no reason to be surprised. Perhaps if we had noticed that the volume Jeanne took from the family’s library was “A Long Day’s Journey Into Night.”

Shubhajit said...

That's a brilliant assessment of this brilliant film. I too consider this as Chabrol's greatest accomplishment, which is saying some as there's no shortage of great films in his prolific ouevre. Incidentally I read the excellent source novel by Ruth Rendell just prior to it, and it was particularly interesting to draw both parallels & departures during this revisit. By the way, I hadn't noticed the volume that Jeanne took from the family's library - thanks for sharing that interesting observation.