Marquis (1989), directed by Henri Xhonneux
This is NSFW or for children.
Marquis is a strange film, and it is certainly not for everyone. I watched it, of course, because I have a moderate interest in the Marquis de Sade. I’ve read some of his short stories and the novels Justine and Juliette, and got part of the way through 120 of Sodom. Perhaps one day soon I’ll pick it up again.
Anyway, Marquis is a highly fictionalized account of his time in the Bastille, but Wikipedia gives a good description of the movie, so I’ll just include it below.
Please note: This is not suitable for children or for anyone who is easily offended by sexuality or vulgarity.
Marquis is a 1989 French-language film, produced in Belgium and France, based on the life and writings of the Marquis de Sade. All the actors wear animal masks, and their voices are dubbed. There are a few scenes involving clay animation.
In pre-revolutionary France, the canine Marquis de Sade sits in jail working on his writing and having conversations with his penis which has a face and is named Colin. When Colin is not whining about his need for stimulation and espousing his impulsive philosophies, he is "telling stories" that make up the Marquis' work (some of which is illustrated via clay animation).
The Marquis was imprisoned for allegedly defecating on a cross, however he is also accused of raping and impregnating the bovine Justine. The later is a plot by the camel-headed priest Don Pompero and the cocky Gaetan De Preaubois try to keep secret the fact that Justine's rapist was actually the King of France.
Meanwhile, the revolutionaries prepare to stage a coup and depose the king. Several of the inmates are also political prisoners leading to several failed escape attempts which land the inmates in the Bastille dungeon. They are eventually freed, however, by the revolutionaries.
Collin runs away with one of the revolutionaries leaving the Marquise to continue his writing and to muse about his life in peace.
Here is the only clip I can find with subtitles.
Here is another brief clip, but it is in German and without subtitles.
I was raised by an anglo mom and a Québécois stepdad, in a very small Eastern Québec village. My mom was very anti-French and anti-Québécois, which affected my early view/appreciation of Québécois culture and by extension French culture (she has changed her ways now, to a point). Then I moved away from home and pretty much severed contact with my family for many years.
It was like being born anew. I loved it. It's around that time, 1983, that I discovered my fascination and admiration for all things French. So I guess you could call me a «born-again Frenchy». I exposed myself to much more French and Québécois culture than most other Québécois, it was like a feeding frenzy! Working in a Répertoire Cinema for those 5 years was huge in that process, I was watching 12 movies a week back then, mostly non-USA, so that all became very «internalised».
I agree that it's not so much his actions but his words that infuriated powers that be, wasn't meaning otherwise :)
I could just call you a faux frog. ; )