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PARIS — Starring Vincent Cassel in a generously-budgeted adaptation of a classic gothic novel, Dominik Moll‘s The Monk — only his fourth feature in nearly two decades — arrives trailing high expectations. The presence of France’s currently most bankable male lead and the promise of lurid content may well attract audiences at home and abroad, but ultimately the movie disappoints, falling between two stools and failing to convince either as spectacle or as a fable about religious obsession.
The story unravels the career of the Franciscan monk Ambrosio (Cassel) who, after being abandoned as a baby at the door of a monastery, is raised by the friars and becomes an accomplished preacher, admired for his rigor and irreproachable conduct. His troubles begin when a young novice is admitted to the community ostensibly “to be closer to God.” The newcomer wears a mask, explaining that he has been disfigured in a fire, but proves in reality to be a woman (Deborah Francois), an envoy of Satan bent on exposing Ambrosio to the temptations of the flesh. She succeeds so well that soon enough he has set his sights on Antonia (Joséphine Japy), a virtuous young woman who lives in a nearby castle with her mother Elvira (Catherine Michet) and is being courted by the earnest swain Lorenzo (Frédéric Noialle).
Set in 17th-century Spain, the movie is never less than handsomely mounted, alternating between the stark chiaroscuro of the interiors and the sun-drenched urban or desert-like exteriors of Catalonia. Moll has an eye for painterly compositions, in keeping with the high-mindedness of his intentions. His direction and Cassel’s interpretation of Ambrosio’s descent into evil are admirably restrained.
That is perhaps where the problem lies. Matthew Lewis’s novel must have appeared sulphurous on its publication in 1796 — indeed, it was banned for several years — but for today’s audiences the association of religion, sex and satanism has acquired a dated quality. Moll runs dutifully through the catalogue of gothic symbolism (ravens for ill omen, flames for sexual desire, gargoyles for grinning evil) but might have been better advised to go for the over-the-top baroque style favored by, for example, Ken Russell‘sThe Devils, another tale of satanic mischief-making.
The screenplay, co-written by Moll with Anne-Louise Trividic, is at times labored and the gobbets of theological wisdom we’re offered — sample: Satan only has the power that we grant him — ring hollow. The accomplished visual and technical specifics are sufficient to keep the spectator engaged until, around the hour-mark, it teeters into the ridiculous. Film buffs are left to wonder what the story might have become in the hands of a director with fully paid-up anti-clerical credentials such as Luis Buñuel, who did at one point write a script, with Jean-Claude Carriere, for a movie version that never made it into production.
Opened: July 13 (France)
Production companies: Diaphana Films, Moreno Films
Cast: Vincent Cassel, Deborah Francois, Jospéhine Japy, Catherine Michet, Frédéric Noaille, Sergi Lopez, Geraldine Chaplin, Roxane Duran
Director: Dominik Moll
Screenwriters: Dominik Moll, Anne-Louise Tridivic
Producers: Michel Saint-Jean, Alvaro Longoriac
Director of photography: Patrick Blossier
Production design: Antxon Gomez
Music: Alberto Iglesias
Costume designer: Bina Daigeler
Editors: Francois Gédigier, Sylvie Lager
Sales: Memento Films
No rating, 101 minutes
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