At a certain point in "Making Waves: New Cinemas of the 1960s," Geoffrey Nowell-Smith's brisk, sharp-witted primer on one of the most explosively creative periods of filmmaking, I was struck by the realization that I had spent a substantial portion of my life thinking about Catherine Deneuve.
This didn't come to me because the author pores over the French actress' glacial magnetism but simply because he makes a glancing mention of her "ability to undergo humiliation without being the least bit humiliated." This is by way of considering the psychosexual mix of fantasy and realism in Roman Polanski's 1965 film "Repulsion" before moving on to examine the same forces at work in Nicolas Roeg and Donald Cammell's 1970 film "Performance." But it was that succinct, almost offhand observation that captured an essential mesmerizing contradiction about Deneuve and stuck with me. Next, I was thinking about her paradoxical nature in many of the movies that form the spine of my film-going career -- "Belle de Jour," "The Last Metro," "The Umbrellas of Cherbourg," "The Young Girls of Rochefort," "Time Regained," "8 Women."
