Claude Laydu's expression remains within the boundaries of mildly depressed and suicidal in this typically austere offering from Robert Bresson. He's the title character, a sickly young man who uses a stomach complaint to justify his diet of bread and wine while struggling to contain a crisis of faith and coping with the dislike of his parishioners. It's as fun as it sounds, but the frequent narration of the priest's diary entries allows Bresson to explore his doubts and frailties with a microscopic intensity that is undeniably moving.
Review of Diary of a Country Priest
