This is a great little thriller with some fine performances but I understand Leonard Maltin dumped on it upon its release and it seems to me a lot of folks have followed his lead. There is nothing wrong with this film at all. Granted it is confusing at the start (intentionally) but most exhilarating when we catch up with the events and discover just what a tangled plot we have here. I guess some are surprised and disappointed that the super Maria Schneider keeps her clothes on in this but we catch a glimpse of the equally beautiful Sydne Rome, so all is not lost. John Whittington is especially effective as the little boy and can only imagine how terrible this might have been had this been an American picture. No sentimentality then and possibly another cause for upset in that the interaction between he and Schneider is so adult. Robert Vaughn also appears and is very effective in aggressive mode. Compelling, amusing and thrilling. Sadly, Rene Clement's last film and perhaps we can thank Mr. Maltin for that.

This movie’s BOMB rating in the Leonard Maltin Film Guide seemed to justify distinguished French director Clement’s bowing out of the industry at the relatively early age of 62 (after all, he would go on to live for another 21 years); though admittedly clumsily constructed at times, it’s hardly such an embarrassing mess that would lead a renowned film-maker to become suddenly unbankable! The bizarre and eclectic international cast is, in itself, quite notable: Maria Schneider, Sydne Rome, Vic Morrow, Robert Vaughn, Nadja Tiller, Renato Pozzetto and Carl Mohner; THE BABYSITTER, in fact, was an Italian-French-German co-production – albeit filmed in English – from Italian movie mogul Carlo Ponti’s stable. While it’s the Americans (Rome, Morrow and Vaughn) who truly make the film, the contributions of Schneider and Pozzetto (both of whom seemed particular liabilities for Maltin!) are hardly negligible or jarring (Schneider’s haunted, disheveled look by the end of it – having been assaulted by Morrow who, in his fury, took a knife to her hair! – and Pozzetto’s surreal ramble to Morrow himself about the apocalyptic inevitability of two-headed insects and radioactive mozzarella bear witness to this). The stunning Rome has a couple of brief, frank nude scenes (one of them at the very start of the film) but, surprisingly enough, Schneider doesn’t (her rebellious and self-destructive nature, which got the actress famously sacked from Luis Bunuel’s THAT OBSCURE OBJECT OF DESIRE [1977], would soon spell the end for her meteoric stardom); incidentally, the two characters meet when Rome is hit by a taxi in which Schneider is a passenger – and the two later decide to shack up together! Rome, Morrow, Vaughn and Tiller are all down-on-their-luck actors involved in a complex kidnapping scheme actually inspired by Schneider’s titular line of work: in fact, Rome impersonates the latter at the villa belonging to a former conquest – an American industrialist – who had jilted her (the whole, then, is organized by the man’s very own unscrupulous lawyer!); a gruff Morrow doubles as a telephone-repair man in order to move about inconspicuously in the neighborhood of the designated premises, while the customarily brooding Vaughn lends a definite camp factor to the proceedings. Schneider, who’s an unwitting victim here, and the industrialist’s boy start off on the wrong foot (since Rome had mistreated and even drugged him so that he can be transported to an empty house in the suburbs) – but they eventually bond and, by the end, the kid (named Boots!) doesn’t want to leave her side; incidentally, Morrow is forced to kill an elderly neighbor whom Schneider had tried to contact.Pozzetto, Schneider’s boyfriend, won’t rest on his laurels – also because he gave her the key to his apartment!; somehow, he manages to locate the house but is scared off by Morrow in the above-mentioned scene they share (it was certainly weird seeing the popular, chubby Italian comic interacting with the likes of him and Vaughn) – the film, then, ends on an agreeably amusing note as Pozzetto decides to call in a professional with a passkey to his home (arriving on the scene loaded with them) but, by this time, Schneider’s come back! By the way, the greedy lawyer decides to keep the ransom money all for himself and eliminates Vaughn and Tiller (a scene witnessed by Schneider and the boy); when Morrow turns up, she tells him he’s been duped and he leaves, disconcerted – after which Schneider calls the police to denounce the lawyer’s involvement in the case… For the record, Clement started out with the famous WWII semi-documentary LA BATAILLE DU RAIL (1945) and proceeded to such Art-house hits as FORBIDDEN GAMES (1952) and GERVAISE (1956); however, after introducing Alain Delon in the excellent Patricia Highsmith adaptation PLEIN SOLEIL (1960), he seemed stuck in a rut of pulp thrillers right till the end of his career – JOY HOUSE (1964), RIDER ON THE RAIN (1970), THE DEADLY TRAP (1971), AND HOPE TO DIE (1972), etc. Incidentally, the film under review had been shown on late-night Italian TV a number of times in the past – but it was only now, still moved by the footage of Morrow’s horrific death, that I decided to check it out…and for which I was glad since, while essentially unsatisfying, it clearly turned out to be of more than passing interest.

A young woman (Maria Schneider)is lured to a babysitting gig in a remote mansion by her treacherous roommate (Sydney Rome). When her young charge wakes up though, she realizes that he's been kidnapped and that she's being used as an unwitting front in the kidnapping. This movie was directed by a respected French director, Rene Clement, and is in black and white for some reason. It is a rather ridiculous melodrama, however, that doesn't really live up to its arty pretensions. On the other hand, people drawn in by its exploitative English title, "Wanted: Babysitter" ( I only understand the "jeun fille" part of the French title, but it seems pretty exploitative too) were probably pretty disappointed at its relative lack of exploitative elements. It was probably mistaken by many for one of the "sexy babysitter" movies of the era (i.e. "The Babysitter", "Weekend with the Babysitter", "Jailbait Babysitter", ad infinitum), especially with the Maria "Last Tango in Paris' Schneider in the lead.I actually kind of like movies like this though that fall in the no-man's land between art and exploitation. The absurd plot kind of reminded me of an Italian giallo (although it's slow and subtle in a French way rather than delirious and over-the-top in an Italian). Regrettably--nay, tragically--Schneider has no nude scenes, but she's still pretty good. This is actually the third best movie I've seen her in after "Last Tango" and "The Passenger" (. . .well, actually I've only seen her in those two other movies). Rome does have nude scenes, and, surprisingly, she too is pretty good (I found her sexy but incredibly annoying in Polanski's "What?" and just plain irritating in the Italian anthology "Sex with a Smile").This is a pretty unusual movie which I wouldn't recommend to everybody, but if it sounds interesting to you . . .

Artistically,it represents the lowest point René Clément was to reach:he was wise enough to call it quits afterwards.René Clément 's career had begun to decline,slowly but inexorably,during the sixties.His best works ("les maudits","jeux interdits" ,"Gervaise" and "plein soleil") were made before 1960,that is to say before the nouvelle vague's explosion."Plein soleil"(1959)is a movie we must come back to if we want to understand Clément's evolution:his first thriller,and the first version of Patricia Highsmith's "the talented M.Ripley",it was completely successful(although it was not really faithful to the novel),and Clement could believe he was a potential Hitchcock .All his subsequent movies bar two will be thrillers.They all boast an American star:Jane Fonda in "les félins",Charles Bronson in "le passager de la pluie" ,Faye Dunaway in "la maison sous les arbres",Robert Ryan in "la course du lièvre à travers les champs" and Robert Vaughn in this one.Another thing is obvious:they 're getting worse and worse(the movies not the actors!) as the years go passing by:only the first one,with his plot à la Boileau-Narcejac ,is still watchable today.From "le passager de la pluie" onwards,René Clément showed ludicrous metaphysical pretensions ,quoting Lewis Caroll in the movie mentioned above,trying to mix suspense and subtile hidden meaning:"la course du lièvre..." spreads its action over 140 boring minutes.He hit rock bottom with "la baby sitter" (which was the real French title,I do not know where they found "jeune fille libre le soir"):the plot is so confused it's sometimes impossible to understand it.It seems that Clement had in mind a movie about torturers and victims.His directing is ponderous and lifeless,the cast is mediocre (Maria Schneider who starred in "last tango in Paris",Sydne Rome),the suspense absent,and the plot has more holes than Swiss cheese.Unlike "plein soleil",do not bother to remake.