
A young woman, with her naive lies, causes some troubles marrying into an aristocratic family. At the end, good-heartedness wins over snobbishness and class barriers.

There is a moment—halfway through As God Made Her—when Leni Marcus’s wide-eyed impostor trails her fingers along a row of ancestral busts, each carved from Carrara arrogance. The camera lingers, breathless, as dust motes ignite in a shaft of projector-light: centuries of marbleized ego poised to topple at the flick o...


Comparing the cinematic DNA and archive impact of two defining moments in cult history.

Maurits Binger

Jacques Jaccard
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" There is a moment—halfway through As God Made Her—when Leni Marcus’s wide-eyed impostor trails her fingers along a row of ancestral busts, each carved from Carrara arrogance. The camera lingers, breathless, as dust motes ignite in a shaft of projector-light: centuries of marbleized ego poised to topple at the flick of a fib. In that hush you feel the whole film wink at you, as though the celluloid itself were conspirator to the hoax about to detonate. A Fable Dressed as a Dinner Party Direct..."
Helen Prothero-Lewis, B.E. Doxat-Pratt
Netherlands

