Got back from Tristana this morning and was floored by Deneuve's performance. It's easily one of her best- top five for sure.
I had only seen Tristana once before and had remembered it as inferior to Buñuel and Devenue's previous masterpiece, Belle de Jour, but now I think I have to re-evaluate my stance. Belle de Jour is flashier and more titilating, but her performance as Tristana is measured to perfection; the transformation from innocent virgin to heartless, destroyed, cynical monster is done so subtly and without any melodrama that it's fascinating how well she pulled it off.
Another aspect of Buñuel's mastery is how he swings the sympathies of the audience from character to character. At first Don Lope is a disgusting pervert taking advantage of someone who trusts him, to say nothing of his treatment of Saturna, his maid. But he is so pathetic that it is hard to not pity him, making it all the more understandable why Tristana won't completely abandon him. The cruelty she employs in the last third is so harsh, both to Don Lope and the deaf boy, that you really don't know who to root for. Deveune's facial expression on the balcony after she exposes herself is so F*CKing brilliant- scorn, anger, pity, disgust, mockery all rolled into one. Take that Norma Desmond! She doesn't need any lines either!
And then the shot near the end of Tristana on the crutches going up and down the hallway while Don Lope sips his hot chocolate with his friends. It's so chilling.
I know the film was nominated for Best Foreign Film, but Deneuve gives a performance that makes you look back and say how the hell wasn't she nominated too?
Marie: Don't be in such a hurry about that pretty little chippy in Frisco.
Tony: Eh, she's a no chip!