Catherine Breillat’s movies are so bold and brash in their views of women’s sexuality that no one could accuse her of being subtle. ( Tampon teabag, anyone? ) But Breillat’s latest, The Sleeping Beauty , originally made for French television, is so visually and stylistically delicate that watching it, you can almost forget how forthright, in characteristic Breillat style, it is. I gasped at some of its images, like that of a young princess, dressed in a pink coat trimmed with white fur, crossing the snowy landscape of Lapland on the back of a doe, the Northern Lights shimmering in the vast sky behind her. Personally, I don’t remember the journey from girlhood to womanhood as being all that pretty (or, luckily, all that perilous), but I’ll take it when I see it.
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REVIEW: With The Sleeping Beauty, Catherine Breillat Makes a Lush Fairy Tale for Adults
