Having left the lacquered vulgarity of “Showgirls” and “Basic Instinct” far behind, Verhoeven is on maturely composed, restrained form, marshaling all the film’s cinematic elements — notably the muted, charcoal-streaked lensing of regular Jacques Audiard collaborator Stéphane Fontaine — in service of Huppert’s enthralling characterization.
The man who brought you Robocop, Starship Troopers, Black Book, and (shudder) Showgirls has a knack for latching onto a popular lurid genre, doubling down the perversion, upping the insanity, and then topping it all off with liberal doses of satirical humour to giggle about the fact that anyone ever takes this sort of thing seriously.
Ningún crítico medianamente serio debería confesar algo así, pero desde que supe que Paul Verhoeven es el único director que de hecho asistió a la gala para recoger su premio Razzie al Peor Director (Showgirls), creo que algo cambió sustancialmente en mi forma de leer sus películas.
Nadie hubiese podido prever que ese cineasta acabaría integrado en la maquinaria de Hollywood sin comprometer su abrasiva identidad: Desafío total (1990), Showgirls (1995) y Starship Troopers (1997) son perdurables testimonios de disfuncionalidad en el contexto del cine de consumo.
Elle — which is directed by returnee from Hollywood Paul Verhoeven (of Total Recall, Showgirls and, more recently, Black Book) — is essentially a startlingly enjoyable character study with an extraordinarily difficult starting point.
But we are after all dealing with the director behind such subversive classics as Basic Instinct and Showgirls — both of them powerful women’s movies, despite what the naysayers may claim — so the bar in terms of sophistication and chic is not necessarily all that high.