I'd just settled down to watch The Sea Wall (or, as it's more poetically titled in its original French, Un barrage contre le Pacifique). It stars Isabelle Hupert as the embattled matriarch of a Francophone colonial plantation...
The only major differences between this film and White Material are the time period (this is set in 1931) and the look of the natives (this is set in French Indochina, rather than a nameless part of Francophone Africa).
Huppert's character is the sort of madame who believes in wearing a shot silk dress to plant crops. But I have to say that needn't concern us here, because the film also stars Gaspard Ulliel.
Gaspard's main role in the film is to stand around a lot without wearing a top:
Sometimes he is called upon to sit around while wearing an open top:
I truly believe the director is of the view that there is no scene so good that it would not be improved by featuring Gaspard's manly muscled chest and abs.
This director knows his stuff.
Now that Gaspard has finally reached an age where it is no longer quite so creepy for one of my advancing years to lust after him, I am prepared to confess that, yes, I have been lusting after Gaspard since ... er... since it wasn't creepy. Honest.
He has starred in an extraordinary range of films each of which has showcased his many talents.
Alas, so far Gaspard has chosen not to let us see his most precious winkie.
This is a source of great disappointment to his legions of lustful followers, but I am sure Gaspard is simply biding his time: he is, after all, a French actor, so it is almost compulsory for him at some point in his career to get his dick out. The French are such a civilised people.
What? Oh, The Sea Wall: well, it was alright, I spose, though immensely livened by Gaspard's fleshy interventions and brooding masculinity. Not a patch on White Material, to be frank (and that's even before taking into account White Material's magnificent full-frontal nudity...).
Yeah, overall: middling melodrama.
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