By the 1930s, when the first signs of the so-called economic crises of overproduction, Georges Behr and Louis Vernay, two hard-working playwrights who, like others later, considered a partnership. So these two wrote a work entitled My crimes.

The written “Pesemna” was a success, it was played everywhere to closed houses, despite the fact that French chroniclers regarded it with the same condescension with which theater critics of the world treat vaudeville. or please nice essay. This is despite the fact that serious theorists have indisputably proven that such a sophisticated theater of the absurd was fed from the dowry of the corresponding genre, which was considered secondary.

what Mon Crime was successful, as evidenced by the fact that the play was screened in 1937 under the title A true confessionand in 1946 with Hit my heart!. My crimes tests the entire arsenal of the genre. The trickster has cheated the story, the mechanism of hidden or unstable identities, the dramaturgical formula whereby no character knows what the others are doing, hence the considerable resources to periodically fuel the story. In vain, you, the viewer, say and think that everything is over!, everything is resolved and all the heroes are satisfied that nothing can interfere and you can run to the wardrobe to catch. the last tram Angela Similei’s performance. A new one appears billy’s business a new conflict, a new struggle. Why do you stay in the gym, even at the risk of going to the piggy bank and calling a taxi.

Decades later, in our time, a time of computers and fears of the invasion of artificial intelligence, a play by two Frenchmen in 1935 recalled the director Francois Ozon. Who, together with Philip Piazzo, turned it back into a screenplay. And further in the film, in which the world of big finance, and the genre of a well-made play, and the punks of silent cinema, and the comic fragility of justice, and the lability of morality, and crimes of passion, and the emancipation of women are considered in an intelligent and refined parodic manner.

Those who brought My crimes in Romania they had the wisdom not to translate the name simply or please first hand. They didn’t tell him my crimebut The crime belongs to me because, from a certain moment, the violent and obviously suspicious death of a very rich theater producer and samsar of artists named Montferrand, the death with which, in fact, everything begins, the young actress also fights until tomorrow without obligations, she played it beautifully Nadia Tereskevych, a young woman who was effectively counseled by her best friend, that is to say a poor and unsuspecting rascal, played with aplomb by Rebecca Marder, as a diva from the time of the great silent Odette Chaumet. With taste, strictly dosed ridiculousness and associated theatricality, brought to the screen by the much more famous Isabelle Huppert.

Of course, all ends well in the end as the rivals enter into a desirable and strict non-aggression pact that is mutually beneficial. A deal that will bring benefits and profits not only to the main characters, but also to all the minor characters. Which also have performers who I’d bet have a lot of experience in the vaudeville genre.

François Ozon had the great idea not to censor this theatricality at any point. On the contrary, he turned it into a source of the comic. Not for nothing My crimes it has moments of theater within a theater and a movie within a movie.

The crime is mine do not call for any tests. Still, it’s definitely a film you can’t help but love. I am almost sure that very soon the play by two Frenchmen will be translated into Romanian and will appear in the repertoire of several theaters. – Read the entire article and comment on contributors.ro