Bhreathnaigh mé an scannán cáiliúl le Jean Renoir le déanaí. Ní fhaca mé riamh sé. Chonaic mé an scannán leis mo mhac is sine ar an seachtaine seo caite. Bhí scannán go brea, cinnte. Is cothromchéimeneach é. Ach, bhí maith liom é mar sin go raibh ag curtha le cheile leis an scéal cuanna go deisbhéalach ann.
Thosaíonn an greanntraigéide i 1939 im bPáras. Leanaionn lucht airgid go grámhar agus go suirí. Imíonn duine éagsulaí ar feadh leathanta saoire faoin tuatha.
Imríonn na saibhre dhá cluiche ag an Teach Mor ann. Ar ndóigh, téann siad ag sealgaire. Seilgeann fír agus mna creach leis an conairt. Fiachaionn coininí agus piasúin go leor.
Chuaigh siad ar lorg pléisiúr freisin. Gheobhaidh leannáin leapa contúirt ansin. Leanfidh a cheile ag lorg bealach éalaithe, mar sin féin.
"The Rules of the Game": a film.
I watched a famous film by Jean Renoir recently. I never saw it before. I saw the film with my elder son last week.
It was a fine film, certainly. It's evenly paced. But, it pleased me because it was fitting together with the elegantly witty (="nice path" in Irish) story there.
The tragicomedy begins in 1939 in Paris. It follows a group of the amoral amorous wealthy. Various people go away on holidays in the countryside.
The wealthy play two games at the Big House there. Of course, they go hunting. Men and women hunt down prey with a pack of hounds. They track down rabbits and pheasants galore.
They went looking for pleasure too. The paramours (="lovers of a bed") will find danger there. The different sweethearts (="darlings of lying down") will follow each other nonetheless to seek a way of escape.
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