Weiße Hochzeit (1989)

Weiße Hochzeit: Directed by Jean-Claude Brisseau. With Vanessa Paradis, Bruno Cremer, Ludmila Mikaël, François Négret. A teacher of philosophy encounters a complicated pupil; a seventeen year old girl who possesses quite a cynical view of the world. He attempts to help her focus on her studies, but soon becomes fascinated by her. They fall passionately in love. When the teacher is forced to choose between her and his Wife, complications ensue when the Girl refuses to accept his decision.

“Was this a joke? Stunning young pupil falls for droopy, haggard old philosophy teacher, becomes obsessed with him, disaster ensues. Imagine u0026quot;Lolitau0026quot; with the predatory roles reversed, none of the humor, literacy or irony, and delivered with a sleep-inducing dullness. The u0026quot;eroticu0026quot; scenes are laughably soft-core. The filmu0026#39;s attempts at a sex/death dialectic are pathetic—youu0026#39;d do a lot better with Kubricku0026#39;s Nobokov adaptation, Pabstu0026#39;s u0026quot;Pandorau0026#39;s Boxu0026quot; or at least u0026quot;American Beautyu0026quot;, Tragic Jailbait stories with intelligent subtexts.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eVanessa Paradis is transcendental. She enlivens the film, even if her character is written in a cheap, tawdry and uninteresting note. The sight of Cremer slobbering over Paradisu0026#39; silky young skin gave me the shivers, almost as much as watching Harvey Fierstein making out with Matthew Broderick in u0026quot;Torch Song Trilogyu0026quot;: anything to skip this Creepy Old Guy fantasy that doesnu0026#39;t show any awareness of its own ludicrous hamfisted-ness.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eDouble Ewwwwwwww…”