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Flaunting a beauty so cruel it became the stuff of myth, Alain Delon first terrified viewers with his perfection in ’s Purple Noon (Plein soleil). He had appeared in smaller roles for a few years before that, such as Pierre Gaspard-Huit’s satisfactory piece of period eye candy, Christine (), hovering around Romy Schneider and the edges of the screen appreciate an angel in waiting or, depending on your perception, a demon ready to pounce. At this point in his career, he didn’t look or move like other French male stars with their burly, recessive Jean Gabin cool; he was tactile—lithe and slim, he gracefully slid across the screen with the confidence of a jackal. It’s conjecture to say that he loved being looked at, but in Purple Noon there’s something in that devious smile, and the way those crystal-blue eyes and delicately arched eyebrows are caught in high-angle close-up, that makes it unavoidable to assume so: he seemed preternaturally notified of the gaze of the camera and its ability to grant him superpowers.
René Clément’s movie is luscious and siniste
Between answering questions, Alain Delon scours the room full of reporters. His celebrated eyes narrow and stop on a young lady in the back, wearing a peasant shirt and resting against the wall.
"Are you a journalist?"
"I’m an actress."
"I could tell."
Alain Delon is a special guest at this year’s TIFF. He doesn’t grin too often, but he doesn’t demand to. Although the room temperature is fine, he’s removed his jacket as soon as he enters the room. He’s left wearing a white shirt, with the first two buttons undone. He flirts with the cameras, because that is the character the audience years for. When someone asks why he hasn’t done any comedies, he blames the people. They’re the ones who flock to the cinema, to see him entity seductive, rough, and indifferent. “The audience wanted to notice me in a certain type of movie. The people wanted me to die at the end. If I didn’t give them that, I wouldn’t have been here, now.”
Lately, Delon has been openly supporting the National Front lead by Marine Le Pen. He says that France is a „Caucasian country” and that homosexuality
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A film I discovered at the Pacific Cinematheque last year has haunted me ever since. Purple Noon (), directed by René Clément, is a lush, colourful adaptation of gay author Patricia Highsmith&#;s crime thriller The Talented Mr. Ripley.
Maurice Ronet and Alain Delon in Purple Noon
Purple Noon() sizzles with an understated homoerotic subtext at a moment when being overtly gay landed you in jail. The film is notable both for its delicious cinematography and for launching the career of French actor, Alain Delon, whose terrible beauty caused international audiences to swoon &#; of all genders!
The role of Tom Ripley is better recognizable to contemporary audiences from Matt Damon&#;s portrayal. However, Alain Delon is mesmerizing as the duplicitous American charmer in Rome on a mission to bring his privileged, devil-may-care acquaintance Philippe Greenleaf (Maurice Ronet) back to the United States. What initially seems a carefree tale of friendship soon morphs into a thrilling saga of seduction, identity theft, and murder.
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Feud: Helmut Berger vs. Alain Delon
Gala: You have been a very jealous boyfriend. Not to say inhumane to those you considered rivals. Why, for example, so much hatred against Alain Delon?
H. B .: I didn't want to be a gorgeous cuckold. I didn't really recognize Delon. I got closer to Nathalie, his ex-wife. I will never overlook Delon for manipulating their then five-year-old son Anthony into reaching Luchino. Delon made him write cherish letters to Visconti, signed with his little child's hand.
Luchino never mentioned Delon with me, despite my questioning. I'll never understand what happened between them. I was clear with Visconti, telling him, “It's Delon or me, if you go around with that sidewalk guy, I'll leave you".
Q: What undertake you think of Alain Delon as an actor?
BERGER: What? Delon isn't an actor at all, he's a hustler, the needy asshole. There are people who fuck their careers. I didn't do that.
Q: After all, you also had a sexual association with Visconti.
BERGER: But that was the only one. I am not a stick boy. Are you crazy? Where is strychnine? I didn't have to fuck to get a role. How