Title: Le Mépris
Release Date: 29 October 1963
Director: Jean-Luc Godard
Production Company: Rome Paris Films | Les Films Concordia | Compagnia Cinematografica Champion
Contempt is a movie about making a movie. In this case, German director Fritz Lang plays himself directing an adaptation of Homer’s Odyssey on location in Italy. Sleazy American producer Jeremy Prokosch (Jack Palance) thinks that Lang’s vision for the film is too artistic and wants to create a blockbuster instead, so he brings in French playwright Paul Javal (Michel Piccoli) to rework the script. Javal’s wife Camille (Brigitte Bardot) accompanies him to the film shoot. Early on it is established that they both suffer from a lack of confidence, Paul in his writing, and Camille of whether she is worthy of love.
Things are sent into motion when Paul has Camille ride with the lecherous Prokosch when going to his house for lunch, and then doesn’t show up himself until 30 minutes later. Camille fears that Paul is offering her to Prokosch as a beautiful young woman in order to advance his career. When Paul later sides with Prokosch over Lang on changes to the film, she is further disgusted with his lack of integrity. The better part of the film is the argument between Camille and Paul, first in their unfinished apartment and later on the cliffs at Capri.
This movie feels like it’s the type of movie that American sketch comedy shows spoof when they do a sketch about European films. Beautiful people in various states of undress argue past one another, shouting they’re no longer in love, while repressing why they feel that way. For some reason, Bardot is completely naked for a good portion of the film with the camera lovingly panning over her bare bottom. Bardot certainly has a lovely bum, but I’m not sure how presenting it to the audience repeatedly adds to the film’s plot. This movie is supposed to be Goddard thumbing his nose at mainstream filmmaking, but it feels to me like it’s just a poorly made melodrama. The constantly swelling music is inappropriate to the mood and Bardot and Piccoli seem to be acting wooden deliberately
I don’t know, I guess this is one of those movie I’m just not going to “get.”