“THE GUILTY CAN FORGIVE–THE INNOCENT TAKE REVENGE!” Before the first movie in the National Gallery of Art’s Robert Bresson series started, we were warned that it was uncharacteristically melodramatic. Maybe that’s why I liked it so much! I find Bresson’s “mature” style emotionally battened-down to the point of catatonia, and it’s really hard for me to get on board with his work, whereas in the early movie Les Anges du Péché (The Angels of Sin–!!!) I was totally engaged and found the characters and their dilemmas really compelling.

The movie takes place in a convent of nuns whose special charism is ministry to women in prison. Many of the nuns are ex-cons themselves. There’s fierce Mother St. John, a hard-bitten but deeply humble lady who reserves her tenderness for her cat; well-meaning Anne-Marie, a daughter of privilege with all the self-involved stupidity privilege can breed, but also with a sort of springtime sunniness of nature which evokes empathy even as you want to shake her; Therese, a convict to whom Anne-Marie feels a special and intense pull; and the Mother Superior, working to exercise leadership in a hothouse world of gossip and point-scoring disguised as spiritual direction.

Therese, wrongfully convicted of a crime committed by her lover, speaks the line I used as the post title (which is a better way of describing my problem with Silent Hill, as well!), and the treatment of forgiveness in the movie is rich and insightful. The nuns’ humility, pride, complicity, sincerity all come through clearly. The movie has a few noir touches or sequences but is mostly straightforward drama. If you like Dostoevsky and also nuns, you should give this a spin.