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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...could have been, scarcely a decade ago, a pious Roman Catholic Mass, just the sort of loyal demonstration to gladden the heart of a Pope distressed by the faithlessness of the modern world. The worshipers had come early to the auditorium in the northern French city of Lille; while a choir chanted medieval Latin hymns, the congregation quickly filled 5,700 seats and spilled out into the aisles. Then the celebrant of the Mass entered, a pink-cheeked, white-haired priest who moved solemnly up the aisle behind a quartet of acolytes bearing lighted candles...
...Tasteless ... like distilled water ... zero content of a cognitive sort... I was the universe moving in itself... no longer quite human ... somehow divine"-in describing his own six mystical experiences. Bharati manipulates the vague traditional formulas. He also confirms that the "zero-experience," as he calls it, may be accompanied by feelings of unspeakable ecstasy. But then he springs a heresy: "Fasting, prayer, drugs, self-mortification, fornication, standing on his head, grace, listening to Tristan and Isolde unabridged three times in a row ... for a mystic, whatever leads to the zero-experience is good...
...first, resolutely platonic. The family thinks the couple is carrying on: fine, let them think whatever they want. After a while, however, Marthe and Ludovic agree that they are bearing the burden of suspicion without reaping any of the benefits. So they have at it with the sort of manufactured high spirits that could be bottled and labeled "Whimsical Abandon." They check into a hotel for a quick afternoon rendezvous, lose track of time and spend the rest of the day together, making love and painting silly designs over each other's bodies. They practically clobber each other with...
Meanwhile, the family is in some distress: Ludovic's wife threatens suicide; Marthe's husband, jealous, even desists from his own love affairs to bring her to heel. Although Director Jean-Charles Tacchella manages some telling glimpses of family life, Cousin, Cousine becomes a sort of bourgeois anti-bourgeois parody. At its worst moments the movie looks like a musical without songs. Characters glide about, acting as if they are about to burst into song...
...quit his job with the Morgan bank in Paris, took up the literary life there and renamed his wife, Polly Peabody, "Caresse." His writer friends-he knew Hart Crane, Ernest Hemingway, Archibald MacLeish, Kay Boyle-were not surprised by the toenail paint or the tattoos. Harry did that sort of thing. What did raise an eyebrow or two, briefly, was the suicide. It seemed that Harry meant what he had said...