Thérèse Raquin

Vallone's and Signoret's acting is a bit stiff, but as usual for postwar France, all the rest is fine: character actors, dramatic framing (especially in 3-shots and wide-angle exteriors). Add this to your murder-on-the-train collection.

Raf Vallone sucks and seems to bring down everyone around him.

The underlying story is pretty good, but the passion really seems to be missing here: it's almost like a movie by Bresson with Signoret showing almost no emotion at all during the entire movie. (The best performance, incidentally, was from a person who literally just stared during some of her scenes.) Too bad, because it was a kind of fun ride.

Thérèse Raquin estreava há 70 anos no Festival de San Sebastian. Reitero que minha versão favorita do livro de Zola seja Thirst (2009), esse aqui é diferente demais da natureza crime e castigo naturalista até para um filme de vampiros. Rá! É um grande Carné se abstrairmos Zola dele. Box Versátil O Cinema de Marcel Carné.

Although Zola wrote Thérèse Raquin some seven decades prior, Carné's adaptation comes off as a variation on the better-known The Postman Rings Twice. While this is a fairly potent film by its last act, as far as variations on that theme go it is inferior to Visconti's Ossessione. Vallone resembles Burt Lancaster in both appearance and woodenness, and it is as if Signoret is here rehearsing for her role in Clouzot's Les Diaboliques.