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The PackageCarole
Laure and Lewis Furey, who play the title characters of THE ANGEL AND THE WOMAN
(L’ANGE ET LA FEMME), are a real-life couple.
The gorgeous Laure, whose mesmerizingly exotic looks are a large part of
what makes this film so effective (and go a long way toward carrying us through
the boring parts, of which there are quite a few), is a big star in French
Canadian cinema, while her husband is probably best known for his early career
as a porno star (which I’m sure served as excellent preparation for his role
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The StoryThe
bullet-ridden corpse of a strikingly beautiful woman lies on a snowbound plain.
A man gathers her up and takes her to a nearby cottage, where he reveals
himself to be the Angel Gabriel. He
brings the woman back to life by breathing smoke on her wounds, thus setting
the stage for an agonizingly slow, protracted first act where very little
happens. Predictably,
the angel falls in love with the woman (who can blame him?), which leads to
some lengthy sex scenes, at least one of which ventures into hardcore territory
(albeit of the Painfully Arty variety). Gabriel
also has his reeeeeeeally old
(200-plus years!) parents show up for a brief meal and invites some pretentious
artsy-fartsy types to participate in a lengthy chat about nothing. The
story takes a left turn in the third act, when Gabriel teaches the woman to
incinerate objects with a gaze. Emboldened
by her newfound powers, she decides to track down the slimeballs who kidnapped
and left her for dead. Against
Gabriel’s strenuous objections, the woman travels into a teeming city where
she tracks down the scumbags (all conveniently clustered around a table) and
lets loose on ‘em. Suddenly
we’re catapulted back to the time of the kidnapping; the evil men gag the
woman, drive her out to the snowy wilderness where the film began, shoot her
repeatedly and drive off. Gabriel
once again appears, just as he did in the beginning, but his actions this time
around are different. By
squandering her time on acts of violence, it seems, the woman has forfeited her
chance for a new life. Instead of
carrying off her body, the angel kneels before her, utters a silent cry of
anguish and disappears. |
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The DirectionThis
film is not terribly distinguished visually, and its low budget is painfully
evident throughout, but it does have...something.
With near-catatonic pacing and stark black and white photography, it’s
very much an ART film, although the pornographic sex scenes add an extra
dimension, as do the supernatural elements and bleak snowbound setting. THE
ANGEL AND THE WOMAN, it must be said, is a quintessentially Canadian film.
The minimalist story and settings attest to that, as do the pacifistic
leanings (if this was an American movie, the woman’s climactic act of revenge
would most likely be applauded). The
grim finale also attests to a uniquely Canadian sensibility; it’s been said
that a large percentage of the world’s most depressing films come from
Canada, and after experiencing this uncompromisingly harsh, melancholic vision,
I can believe it. |
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Vital StatisticsTHE
ANGEL AND THE WOMAN (L’ANGE ET LA FEMME) |
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