Review: The Red and the Black

Jean-Daniel Verhaeghe’s film remains ponderously stuck in lesser Merchant-Ivory territory.

The Red and the White
Photo: Mediaset

The title of Stendhal’s The Red and the Black refers to the dueling impulses within Julien Sorel, the young protagonist of the 19th-century novel, the former for his volatile revolutionary spirit, the latter for the ecclesiastic cassock under which he tries to suppress it. Given the overreaching scope of the novel and the general lifelessness of literary adaptations, it should come as no surprise that Jean-Daniel Verhaeghe’s screen version, originally made for French TV, is far more adept at capturing the character’s pensive angst than his mercurial ardor. As somebody who still has not read the novel from beginning to end (guilty, your honor), I may not be able to pinpoint what has been lost in translation from one medium to another (much less start a word-versus-image debate), but the fact is that the adaptation can hardly stand on its own without leaning on Stendhal’s text. Charting the trajectory of Julien (Kim Rossi Stuart) from humble beginnings to the post-Napoleon French bourgeoisie, Verhaeghe lacks the dexterity of Olivier Assayas’s underrated period piece Les Destinées Sentimentales, to say nothing of the chops of Luchino Visconti in depicting an idealistic, rebellious young man’s tragic adaptation to the hypocritical codes of society. Except for one shot toward the end of Carole Bouquet’s Louise de Rénal smiling as she learns that the incarcerated hero has asked for her (a moment that allows us to contemplate Bouquet’s bewitching elegance some 20 years after That Obscure Object of Desire), the film remains ponderously stuck in lesser Merchant-Ivory territory. As for Stendhal, for real cinema, try Argento’s Syndrome.

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 Cast: Kim Rossi Stuart, Carole Bouquet, Judith Godrèche, Claude Rich, Bernard Verley, Constanze Engelbrecht, Francesco Acquaroli, Maurice Garrel, Rüdiger Vogler, Pierre Vernier, Claudine Auger, Camille Verhaeghe, Arthur Gouye  Director: Jean-Daniel Verhaeghe  Screenwriter: Danièle Thompson, Jean-Daniel Verhaeghe  Distributor: Mediaset  Running Time: 207 min  Rating: NR  Year: 1997  Buy: Video

Fernando F. Croce

Fernando F. Croce is a San Francisco-based film writer whose work has been published in Film Comment, Reverse Shot, MUBI, and Fandor. He runs the website CinePassion.

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