1980, Janus Films, 131 min, France, Dir: Francois Truffaut

During the German occupation of Paris, a theater company struggles to produce a new play while its director is forced to hide in the basement, leaving his wife (Catherine Deneuve) to carry on an affair with the new leading man (Gerard Depardieu). This meditation on the ultimate powerlessness of the artist is surprisingly charming given its heavy subject matter, and Deneuve is as elegant and compelling as ever. In French with English subtitles.

1965, Sony Repertory, 104 min, Dir: Roman Polanski

Director Roman Polanski’s second film was his first shot in English and certifiable proof that he was the new wunderkind of the psychological suspense thriller, favoring a warped psychology and metaphysical anguish, as well as dark Bunuelian humor. Here, beautician Catherine Deneuve, pathologically revolted by men, goes off the deep end when her loving but worldly sister (Yvonne Furneaux) leaves for the weekend with her boyfriend (Ian Hendry). The men that interact with Deneuve over the ensuing hours - smitten young John Fraser and lecherous landlord Patrick Wymark - don’t have any idea what they’re in for. Still retains an astonishing wallop and remains one of Polanski’s most intense portraits of irrational fears triumphing in a climax of abject terror.

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