French Cancan (1955)
Country: FR/IT
Technical: col 105m
Director: Jean Renoir
Cast: Jean Gabin, Françoise Arnoul, Maria Félix
Synopsis:
Theatrical impresario Danglard juggles creditors and mistresses to realize his dream of raising a working class dance to an art form fit for consumption by the Parisian bourgeoisie, and in so doing creating the Moulin Rouge.
Review:
Good-humoured backstage entertainment, complete with dancers of easy virtue and jealous lovers, but all conveyed with the frankness and tolerance of human weakness for which this director was famous. It is a mite fluffier than usual, as if the prestige nature of the production were enough to carry it, and slow to reach its climax, but the dancing finale has a verve and splendour, not to mention an authentically chaotic feel, that could surely only have come from this genius son of that great painter.
Country: FR/IT
Technical: col 105m
Director: Jean Renoir
Cast: Jean Gabin, Françoise Arnoul, Maria Félix
Synopsis:
Theatrical impresario Danglard juggles creditors and mistresses to realize his dream of raising a working class dance to an art form fit for consumption by the Parisian bourgeoisie, and in so doing creating the Moulin Rouge.
Review:
Good-humoured backstage entertainment, complete with dancers of easy virtue and jealous lovers, but all conveyed with the frankness and tolerance of human weakness for which this director was famous. It is a mite fluffier than usual, as if the prestige nature of the production were enough to carry it, and slow to reach its climax, but the dancing finale has a verve and splendour, not to mention an authentically chaotic feel, that could surely only have come from this genius son of that great painter.
Country: FR/IT
Technical: col 105m
Director: Jean Renoir
Cast: Jean Gabin, Françoise Arnoul, Maria Félix
Synopsis:
Theatrical impresario Danglard juggles creditors and mistresses to realize his dream of raising a working class dance to an art form fit for consumption by the Parisian bourgeoisie, and in so doing creating the Moulin Rouge.
Review:
Good-humoured backstage entertainment, complete with dancers of easy virtue and jealous lovers, but all conveyed with the frankness and tolerance of human weakness for which this director was famous. It is a mite fluffier than usual, as if the prestige nature of the production were enough to carry it, and slow to reach its climax, but the dancing finale has a verve and splendour, not to mention an authentically chaotic feel, that could surely only have come from this genius son of that great painter.