Nevertheless, Boris was kind enough to hook us up with passes to City of
The plot is standard fare (evil Nazis and reluctant heroines who must occasionally go undercover as strippers), but, sacrebleu, what an intense movie! I haven’t seen enough French films to attribute its attributes to Frenchy-ness, but I nevertheless suspect that an American version of the same story would have had a few more explosions and chase scenes, and a few less deaths of main characters. Female Agents, on the other hand, opts for a steady canter that actually makes for far more intensity.
Afterward, I said, “Wow, that was intense. There was a lot of torture.” (Wa
“Really?” marveled Nicole, who had been lamenting, earlier, about how none of her friends liked horror movies. “I’ve seen way worse.”
“But when you have a medium amount of torture and a lot of good character development, it makes the torture harder to watch.”
So there you have it: If you want to see a solid World War II movie that puts a handful of beautiful, talented actresses through scenes that are wrenching yet not gratuitous (seriously—not even the undercover stripping scene, believe it or not, but maybe that’s just the power of vintage lingerie), and you want to find yourself pondering which of your friends would withstand torture to save you and which would sell you out, see Female Agents. It’ll be a rough night, but worth it.