Arts no. 715; 25 March 1959.
Like Lucchini in Bonitzer’s Nothing about Robert, I probably didn’t see the film I’m talking about (or maybe one reel, or the trailer, I don’t know)
NB: Fess Parker was rechristened “Fier” Parker in France1.
Alas, the censors are guilty of authorizing this execrably psychoanalytical, misanthropic and incurably zoophilic hagiography for mutts. Cinema is dogs, says Disney, in agreement with De Sica, painter of the bitchiness of life. The SPA2 must get such movies banned because if, coming out of Cinéma Avenue, I’d found some pup at my feet, I assure you that it would’ve gone through hell as a reward for such nonsense instead and in place of its fellow dogs, of Robert Stevenson, an usurper who has nothing to do with the master of adventure, of Dorothy McGuire, worse than the dog, of Fess Parker, a little too “Fier” in our country. Go for it, dogs and even cynephiles. But cinephiles, stay away.
1[Translator’s note] Presumably because Fess sounds like fesses (buttocks). Fier: proud.
2[Translator’s note] La Société protectrice des animaux, the society for animal protection.
[From Luc Moullet’s Piges choisies (2009, Capricci). See Table of Contents]
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