The Flower of Evil (Chabrol, 2003)


The slow long take that begins Claude Chabrol’s The Flower of Evil turns out to be a sly flash forward, setting the dire mood of the film beautifully. Yes, this will be another Chabrol exploration of the devastating ramifications human weakness has on the modern French bourgeoisie. Chabrol unravels the inevitable dirty secrets and family skeletons precisely, setting in motion a series of events that seem altogether destined and cyclical. But The Flower of Evil doesn’t pack the punch of the other Chabrol’s I’ve seen, possibly because the snooty characters revel in their own seediness without much care for the outside world, ultimately understanding that their guilt and panic are worth subverting as long as the cars, power, and money keep flowing in.

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