Madame Bovary

Synopsis: In nineteenth-century France, the romantic daughter of a country squire (Emma Rouault) marries a dull country doctor (Charles Bovary). To escape boredom, she throws herself into love ...
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Claude Chabrol
Production: Republic Pictures Home Video
  Nominated for 1 Oscar. Another 1 win & 2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.7
Rotten Tomatoes:
80%
PG-13
Year:
1991
143 min
1,792 Views


Are you the doctor?

Yes. Climb on.

Rouault's one of the richest

around here.

He broke his leg after a night's

drinking.

It's that way.

His wife died 2 years ago.

His daughter runs the house now.

Wait.

Follow me.

Oh, excuse me!

The doctor, father.

Doctor, I've broken my leg.

Let's have a look at it.

It's a neat fracture, nice and

clean.

I'll make you a splint.

We'll need to have some little

pads made too.

Can you do that, Emma?

This should do it.

- Will it take long to set?

- Two months.

Perhaps less. I'll call back to see

you...

in three days.

Emma, showthe doctor out.

Good-bye, mademoiselle.

I'd like to know your name.

Charbovari.

Pardon me?

Charles Bovary.

See you in three days, doctor.

M. Rouault. What a surprise!

Look. A doctor in Yvetot couldn't

have done better.

Even one in Rouen!

Here.

Here's what I owe you.

I don't owe you this but I'm happy

to give it to you.

You're a widower too, I hear.

Yes, for eight months now.

When I lost my poor wife...

I'd go to the fields to be alone.

I'd fall at the foot of a tree,

crying...

and raving at the good Lord.

When I thought of others holding

their dear wives...

I nearly went crazy.

I'd hit the ground with my stick. I

couldn't eat.

You won't believe me...

but the idea of going to the cafe

sickened me.

And then, slowly...

one day followed another...

spring followed winter and

autumn came after summer...

it faded away...

it drained away bit by bit...

it went away.

Stir yourself, M. Bovary.

You'll see, you'll get over it.

Yes, I'm sure I will.

Come and see us.

My daughter...

talks of you sometimes...

she says you've forgotten her.

We'll ferret out a rabbit for you,

to cheer you up.

Monsieur Charles! How kind to

come and see us.

Father's running around all over

the place, thanks to you.

Let me offer you a drink.

No, thank you.

Really.

Come on, let's drink. I'm thirsty.

I'm disturbing you...

I've had dizzy spells for a month

now.

Would sea-bathing do me good?

Sea-bathing?

That's good... for dizzy spells.

At the convent, I'd pretend to

faint.

The nuns would all rush over.

Why did you do that?

To be fussed over.

Come with me.

I like music, but the classes were

so dull.

This was a prize for arithmetic...

and this one for reading.

This one too.

My poor mother was so proud of

me with my laurels.

On the first Friday of the month...

I pick flowers from the garden for

her grave.

I'd like to live in town.

At least in winter.

There again, summer days are so

long, they're even duller.

Don't you think?

Maitre Rouault!

M. Bovary!

Maitre Rouault!

I've something to say to you.

Tell me then... Perhaps I already

know what it is.

M. Rouault...

There's nothing I'd like better...

and I expect the lass agrees...

but we must ask her opinion.

Now, this is what we'll do:

I'll go home but don't bother

coming.

All the workers are there for

supper.

It would be a shock for her.

But so as you won't fret, if it's

yes...

I'll push the shutter back against

the wall.

You can see it from behind the

barn.

Are you happy?

Yes. But I'd have liked a midnight

wedding, by torch-light.

It's a fine day.

That it is!

Charles, you have to cut it.

Go on, Charles, cut it.

Cut it, cut it!

I'm counting on you, dear...

to make my Charles happy at last.

He's so deserving.

I'll put the trap away. Wait here.

Nastasie, this is Madame.

Emma, this is Nastasie, the

housekeeper.

I haven't cooked.

That was wise. We aren't hungry.

You can go to bed, Nastasie.

Do you want to see my surgery?

I'll see it tomorrow.

I want to go to bed.

Nastasie!

Madame's hungry and so am I. What

can we have?

I've made soup.

Good but we need a choice.

Some chocolate or tea.

We haven't any.

Emma!

What do you want to eat? What

would you really like?

I don't know, I don't mind.

Some soup?

Yes, soup. That's fine.

You're later every day.

Yes, I know. But it's a good sign.

I've more and more patients.

You must be tired.

A little, yes.

Come and eat. I've made some

gruel.

Where's Nastasie?

It was late. I sent her to bed.

I don't want to keep her.

She's too old.

As their life together became

more intimate...

a growing detachment distanced

her from him.

Charles' conversation was as flat

as a pavement.

It's going to rain.

His borrowed ideas trudged past

in colourless procession...

without emotion, laughter or

dreams.

Well, I think so.

O God, why did I get married?

Home already?

I still have two patients to see.

I've come...

I sent your bills to M. Pommier

and Mme Loubet.

That's good.

Remember the Marquis

d'Andervilliers?

The abscess in his mouth...

He asked us for some cherry-tree

cuttings.

I never saw him.

No, but you will see him.

Just think, he's invited us to his

ball.

Us?

Yes. To his grand ball!

It is true? Is it really true?

Yes, honestly. In two weeks time.

Charles! Tell me, will I have a

pretty dress?

Of course.

Monsieur and Madame Bovary.

Don't rumple my dress.

Are you happy?

My shoes will be awkward for

dancing.

Dancing? They'd laugh at you! A

doctor doesn't dance!

Look! Champagne!

I'll get some.

That's kind.

- Castellane.

- Bovary.

Oh! Just right!

You danced well. You were very

graceful.

There are even more mysterious

sights:

Vesuvius at dawn, the rose

gardens of Genoa...

the Coliseum by moonlight.

Moonlight's beautiful everywhere.

You're radiant, dear Berthe.

Romulus and Miss Arabelle were

two lengths ahead.

I jumped the ditch. That's howto

win 2,000 pounds in England.

You're luckier than I. My horses

are running to fat.

Could you pick my fan up from

behind the sofa, sir?

Maxime, for pity's sake, it's too

hot.

Your wish is my command, my

dear.

Lucien!

Madame, may I?

Oh, but I'm hardly familiar with

the waltz.

I'll lead. You'll manage very well.

You, Vicomte!

She certainly knows howto waltz!

She probably has lots of practice.

We're among the last to leave.

Did you have fun?

It's the most beautiful day of my

life.

What is it?

I'm taking my boots off. My feet

are killing me.

The most beautiful day of my life.

The doctor from Yvetot didn't

agree...

with the treatment I gave old

Bouret.

The family looked pretty grim.

What did you answer?

Nothing.

What could I answer?

What?

You were humiliated by a man...

who isn't your equal?

He didn't share my opinion nor I

his.

How dare he judge you! It's

shameful!

It doesn't matter.

Don't get so upset.

No, I won't stand for it!

What a pitiful man!

Secretly, she was waiting for

something.

Every day, on awakening, she

expected it.

She listened to every sound,

surprised when nothing came.

Then, at sunset, ever sadder...

she longed for the next day.

At that time, she hoped...

that the Marquis would give

another ball.

But September went by without a

letter or a visit.

She gave up music...

left her drawings and needlework

in the cupboard.

Sewing annoyed her.

"I've read everything," she'd say.

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Gustave Flaubert

Gustave Flaubert (French: [ɡystav flobɛʁ]; 12 December 1821 – 8 May 1880) was a French novelist. Highly influential, he has been considered the leading exponent of literary realism in his country. He is known especially for his debut novel Madame Bovary (1857), his Correspondence, and his scrupulous devotion to his style and aesthetics. The celebrated short story writer Guy de Maupassant was a protégé of Flaubert. more…

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