Orpheus by Jean Cocteau (Review)

The first real bit of film analysis I ever did was of this movie. Orpheus was the film that convinced me that movies could be an artform. It’s pretentious and weighty to be sure, but the language and imagery that makes up this film is equally compelling and haunting.

A retelling of a Greek myth, the film focuses on the poet Orpheus, who has become dissatisfied with his writing and his life. Not only that, but it seems that Death herself has fallen in love with him, and seeks to have him by her side. After his wife dies, Orpheus must journey to the other side to retrieve her, but when they return, he cannot look at her.

What follows is a complex, mysterious series of events that draws Orpheus to the netherworld, a maze of bombed out ruins and deteriorating rooms. At times, it’s hard to know if what’s happening is real, or just part of someone’s dream, and that’s part of the whole point.

Also an interesting look at art and inspiration. The film’s conclusion may be confusing, but it makes for some interesting possibilities. I’m no Maltin, but for anyone who fancies themself a patron of true cinema, this film is required viewing.