Despite prevailing in surrealist movements, Luis Buñuel’s films are a staple in any critically acclaimed film list. When discussing prostitution and motion pictures with film scholars, each one directed me straight to the masterpiece that is Belle De Jour. The film’s title translates rather plainly to “Beauty Of The Day” which really does sound more like something an Irishman would cackle whilst boasting about a fish he caught rather than a French film classic, so we won’t call it that again.
Straight off the mark, we’re into a scene thats odd and captivating; Séverine Serizy (Catherine Deneuve) and her husband Pierre (Jean Sorel) is a bored and unfulfilled housewife with the perfect life. Her husband is a doctor, she is rich, beautiful, and works at an upscale brothel for no apparent reason other than ‘because she can’.
Despite being filmed in 1967, many viewers complain that the film is outdated and boring. I admit, it’s no Avengers, but for audiences 50 years ago, bourgeosie-cum-prostitutes made for very entertaining viewing, at a time when films that had been banned for the past 30 years were finally coming out of the can again. I, myself, still admire Buñuel’s approach to realism, weaving in his methods of surrealism and fantasy into an everyday psyche. To see an upscale brothel from 1960s Paris is pretty cool, too.

Séverine maintains an eerie, Barbie-like stance and a porcelain expression of indifference throughout the film. To see her smile is almost a shock. At first, I wasn’t sure whether this was simply a characteristic of Deneuve’s acting style, but upon watching some more of Deneuve’s work, I realise it’s actually a mark of incredibly good acting, one considered even iconic!
Séverine is so disconnected from her reality and wishing aimlessly on bizarre and unadulterated fantasies that we can’t quite reach her true persona until she finds herself- and by then it’s too late. Her final ‘john’ is Marcel (Pierre Clémenti), the silenced rebel. His air of mystery (cough) seduces Séverine to make a decision that she will live with for the rest of her life. I have serious trouble believing in this character, either down to poor acting or poor casting- but he did work with some very recognized European directors in the 1960s so I shall let you be the judge of that!
Belle De Jour is a pristine, polite film which encapsulates the contrast of upper class living with the filthy mind of a 1960s unfulfilled housewife in Paris. it’s a great film.