A French peasant boy born with a remarkably acute sense of smell becomes obsessed with capturing the scent of beautiful young girls which leads him to murder.
I must admit that I found the first act of this film captivating; the visuals are glorious and it gives a palpable feel for the time and context of the story complimented by some fantastic photography and nice performances. Once the plot takes a turn towards homicide however, all the sympathy you felt for Jean-Baptiste evaporates and with no central character to relate to, the narrative begins to seriously flounder. By the end the story becomes a load of existential guff and despite featuring surely the largest orgy ever committed to celluloid, I’d lost all interest in it. It’s a shame because it started so well and there was enough of interest going on to make all of its flaws survivable if it had been 45 minutes shorter.
A real missed opportunity.