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I've very much enjoyed the other Cocteau films I've seen. I like his murals and his scribblings as well.

But Les Enfants Terribles, recently re-issued in a spectacular edition by Criterion, was a chore to get through. I finished it out of some misguided sense of obligation to the canon, and actually at one point was watching ten or fifteen minutes a day because I couldn't bear any more than that. What a turd. There aren't any of Cocteau's signature visual effects to liven things up either. The protagonists die. I was glad. They should have died ten minutes in, thereby sparing me suffering through an hour and forty-five minutes of wasted time.