When I think of Jeanne Moreau, I always think of her in La Notte in a black spaghetti-strap dress, chin down, eyeing Marcello Mastroianni carefully with her terrifying eyes. In French and Italian, from Antonioni to Malle, she delivers and seduces, even when you’re not sure whether to trust her.
This month, the Jacob Burns Film Center honors Ms. Moreau with a wonderful film series which includes many of her classics – Jules et Jim, Ascenseur pour L’échafaud (a favorite of mine) and the wicked Le Journal d’une Femme de Chambre. It’s a testament to Ms. Moreau’s talent that a retrospective of hers should include films by Truffaut, Buñuel, Malle, and even the more contemporary Ozon.
Leonine Films 