Winter, 1915. Confined by her family to an asylum in the South of France – where she will never sculpt again – the chronicle of Camille Claudel’s reclusive life, as she waits for a visit from her brother, Paul Claudel.
User Reviews: Camille, Camille; even after death you are still persecuted.
Not content with that miserable ’80s film abut Claudel, yet again the film biz drags over the ashes of her life to create a film that is built on empathy for a victim to disguise the lack of anything like a story in a narcissistic vehicle for an actress. The sum is a film which exhausts the patience within thirty minutes, but which, however improbably, seems to satisfy mawkish sentiments that revel in this mediocrity, presumably and largely, because it is set in France.
From a technical narrative view there is a complete failure to do anything with the shreds of material which might have constituted a viable story. The other major fault is that cinema is a feeble medium to convey the type of material that the producers wished to convey.
The entire project has an unseemly and invasive quality which is meretricious and vain. It’s sensibility might be called pornographic.