Douce violence

Max Pecas,as everybody knows in France,was a coarse comedies specialist ,the likes of the immortal "On Se Calme Et On Boit Frais A Saint Tropez ";here ,he desperately tries to sound "new wave ":all that you like (or hate ,depending on you ) is present: no screenplay (or almost),cult of youth ,Elke Sommer -then unknown in France ,used as a clone of BB- ,fortune- cookie philosophies,filming on location,rich kids who spends their time enjoying the Cote D'Azur ,burning yachts ,playing dangerous games a la "rebel without a cause" ,and finally getting to church on time .Pierre Brice,the male star ,failed in France but hit the big time in Germany where he is an icon.

There's only one good thing in this dreadful bore: Johnny Hallyday's title track ,a gorgeous ballad,which ,like the more famous "Retiens La Nuit",was written by Charles Aznavour and Georges Gavarentz,who were true artists.

Before cinematic vixen Elke Sommer made her big break in "A Shot in the Dark", she starred in several European exploitation flicks, including "Douce violence" (called "Sweet Ecstasy" in the United States). The plot centers on a young man getting lured into a group of good-bad people, of which Elke Sommer's character is a member. Naturally, she proceeds to seduce him. But, it does not end on a good note.

Of course, the actual plot takes a back seat to Elke Sommer's voluptuous figure. The whole movie could just be several shots of her body, and it wouldn't be much different. If you ask me, over the years, Elke Sommer hasn't gotten the credit that she deserves. Meow, meow...

In the spirit of the old-fashioned "square-up" reels of early exploitation films, most of the sexy exposés of the early 60s, from Fellini to HG Lewis, presented -- at least superficially -- a morally critical, jaundiced view of the decadence they so willingly displayed. However, the doom-laden view of the wanton lifestyle in Sweet Ecstasy so overwhelmingly permeates the movie that it becomes little more than a depressing experience. Pecas never had the style or brashness of Benazeraf or Metzger, who dealt with similar themes. Elke Sommer, boosted as a Bardot clone, looks stunning and iconic, but completely lacks the charm and freebooting personality of her rival. And the big-band jazz music by Aznavour, with a few ditties by Halliday, now seem totally "square" next to the playful cocktail stylings of Chet Baker et al during the same period. Quite disappointing; the same team's Daniella by Night holds up a lot better thanks to its kitschiness.

This is a totally worthless film. If you put together elements of Laclos, with a dash of De Sade and a Roman Catholic marriage, then you just about have it. I have had a copy for years and out of semi-isolation due to Covid-19 I decided to give it a try. The music is terrible, and as the film was made in black and white the Cote d'Azur does not relieve the monotony by giving it colour. Males of a certain type will like it for Elke Sommer and I admit that her Bardot imitation is worth a laugh. I saw it in French and the dialogue is pitiful. My simple request to anyone who has half a brain cell to avoid it. Needless to say the direction is terrible, giving a few cheap thrills of sexual titillation and violence. I hope France has put it in the dustbin of history where it belongs.

If this film was remade today, it would feature Paris and Nicole and other trust fund babies who spend their time in the clubs of LA.

As it is, it is European dilitantes we see with the young Elke Sommer. And, oh, does she look good with the wind blowing her golden blonde tresses in her tiny bikini. Only seven years old at the time, the bikini was made for Elke. Unfortunately, when your sure it came off, we get to see the coastline, instead of Elke.

Olivier (Christian Pezey) managed to get the top off, but chickened out with noble intentions before we got a peek.

But, the dallying changed to darkness as one member was chosen as a scape goat for a tragedy. One thought there might be something between Elke and Olivier, but neither could cross the bridge, and they ended up as expected.

One still bemoans the fact that these trust fund babies were not born in the current era when panties are left at home.