The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

A terrific literary drama and character piece that shows how the process of creating art can be seen differently by those doing it and those looking at it from the outside.

The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

I must have previously only seen the cut version of this and that version with some six minutes missing, clearly would have had some of its 'sting' removed. The complete film starts intriguingly enough with a young Gerard Depardieu playing amateur cat burglar with his loser pal when they stumble upon they know not what. Bulle Ogier, as the 'Maitresse' of the title soon gets rid of the loser and draws a starry eyed Depardieu into her lair. Apparently actual Parisian masochists were recruited (some say they even paid the film makers) into playing the roles we see enacted before our very eyes. Ogier is stunning in her Lagerfeld costumes and conducts her creatures most realistically while Depardieu seems to slip into the role of assistant (and lover), whipping and slapping like a real pro. This is astonishing stuff with very good dialogue and a sure hand on the directorship by Barbet Schroeder. I have to say that one scene was awesomely jaw dropping whilst another had me wincing and disappearing to the back of my chair. Having recently watched the director's, More and The Valley, this makes a sensational trio of unique films that deserve a much larger audience.

Going into this movie, I was expecting a slightly typical "man finds subculture, man gets involved with subculture, man gets obsessed with subculture" story that tends to involve such things as this film portrays, S&M and the like. Actually, though the story is slightly structured along those lines, this movie has the audacity to bring something completely new into the mix: less a focus on the weirdness and ambiguity of a stigma subculture and more an analysis of an awkward kind of love... but a love it is.What's interesting in this movie is the relationship between the two leads--it's actually a very healthy and loving relationship, a better portrayal of a good relationship than I've seen in most movies and even in real life. These two actually seem to care for each other, make sacrifices for each other, and even when making mistakes forgive each other. What more could you ask for? The upstairs/downstairs imagery in this movie tends to provide analyses of "one world/other world" in reviews, but I'd like to point out that it's when the two of them leave the apartment entirely and go out into the forest (make their own world, so to speak), that they finally are completely together. Depardieu eating the horse meat may be a symbol of his need to be a victim too, but ultimately the relationship is not consumed by the alternative desires of the world below--the direction a narrative of this type tends to go. The two of them are ultimately not obsessed so much with the lower level or secure in the upper level as they just need somewhere to just be themselves, something they provide to each other but not get from others (Depardieu's character's subjection to peer pressure, Olgier's character's lack of actual sexual contact with her customers).The portrayal of S&M gets a lot of attention, of course, but I agree that Schroeder and his cinematographer did it very well... not too close and not too far. It's strikingly nonjudgmental and unemotional, leaving the drama and analysis to the characters and what it means to their relationship. It's a strong feat considering the aforementioned stigma.--PolarisDiB

Could you credit a film featuring an S&M dominatrix, a burly petty thief, and an all-powerful, mysterious businessman/probable pimp; a film which boasts elaborate scenes of bondage torture and mutilation, and a very graphic horse-slaughtering sequence, as well as more usual acts of petty thuggery, such as the hurling of a man down a stairs, or the drunken smashing of a bar-room window; could such a film be considered benevolent and optimistic? Because such is the ultimate feeling one gets from this weird, enigmatic, lovely film, once considered so scandalous it was banned in England, but now seems positively cuddly (the version I saw had four minutes cut. Go figure).Olivier is a petty thief who meets up with an old friend, now a door-to-door salesman selling books on the Fine Arts. After a dismal lack of success, they come upon a woman, Ariane (hint of the spider?), panicking because her pipes have burst. The men fix the problem, and she says she'll write to the tenant beneath, currently on holiday. Seeing a chance for a quick clean out, the men break in downstairs, only to find a torture chamber, precision instruments of pain, racks, crucifixes, cages, in one of which creeps a cowering man, and a barking doberman.This is the bondage chamber of Ariane, who descends from her own flat down metallic stairs in a fantastic rubber suit and cape, and blonde wig, admonishing the intruders. She asks Olivier to give her a hand with one of her clients, and they begin an affair. After getting over the shock of her profession, and initially content with his sponging life, he notices that Ariane has some kind of business relationship with the mysterious Gautier, whom he suspects to be her pimp. He goes to confront him.Even by the mid-70s, the idea of bourgeois respectability being propped up by less socially acceptable means was hardly a revolutionary insight, and MAITRESSE seems less progressive than, say, BELLE DE JOUR, with an ending that is depressingly patriarchal or joyfully subversive, depending on how you read it. The film's success lies in its sustaining of enigma, with Olivier as our guide to the many mysteries Ariane raises. How did she get the money to set up such an operation (and the S&M chamber is an extraordinary, metallic, futuristic contraption, full of thematically pointed mirrors and ice-blue neon)? Who is this mysterious Gautier - a Godot-like figure, always expected but never arriving? What does Ariane do by day? Why does she go too the country manor? Where are her family?Olivier's turning from a thief into a detective is part of his - and, by association, our, the viewer's - quest to explain Ariane, to deprive her of her power, which results precisely from her mystery. The bondage sessions, with those four minutes cut, are less an anthropological expose than comic (and some of them are very funny), and a literalisation of the real S&M that is going on, the power struggle between Ariane and Olivier, between the female bread-winner and her male dependent. Olivier says he wants to protect Ariane because she's scared, but he really wants to take over from Gautier in controlling her Olivier's increasing minimalising in the film is striking - having begun on his motorbike, the centre of interest, free, driving the action; from taking over his friend's job, bullying the clients, setting the plot in motion; he becomes a marginal figure, sulking from the sidelines, with nothing to do but observe like us, useless, uncomprehending, bait in a conspiracy theory that's making fun of him. This is an unusual act of restraint for an actor of Depardieu's munificence, and is communicated with visual bluntness - who would we rather look at: a hefty beefcake in a sweat-soaked singlet, or a beautiful housewife putting on the most fascinating outfits and make-up, like an actress at her dressing table?The style of the film adds to the air of paranoia and uncertainty. Having been told that the cuts related simply to the more extreme forms of mutilation, I assume that the ellipses and contradictions are part of the narrative method. This is all the more jolting because Schroeder's very full mise-en-scene seems to give us all the information we need, but how can we know anything when we identify with a character from whom everything is concealed? Seemingly realistic scenes turn out to be role-play and vice-versa (the Schroeder-Ogier connection with Rivette isn't as implausible here as you might first think). Schroeder refuses to make it easier by explanatory close-ups or expressive acting. The best thing is just to sit back and enjoy the confusion.

I watched a cut version of this film, but it was still not very startling. Olivier (Gerard Depardieu) is a burglar who breaks into the house of Ariane (Bulle Ogier), a dominatrix. She decides to let him go, and Olivier asks her to dinner. She accepts and they soon fall in love. But this love has many problems. Olivier is envious, and struggles to accept Ariane's job, fulfilling the fantasies of perverted wealthy men, especially a mysterious one named Gauthier, who Olivier later confronts. There are mild scenes of sadomasochism and unusual sexual behaviour, but nothing that shocks. Maybe it was diluted slightly by the cut version I watched. Gerard Depardieu and Bulle Ogier are both good as the lead characters. It is watchable, and a fairly enjoyable tale.