“Renoir" (2012), French film about painter Pierre Auguste Renoir.
"He was in pain and in grief — because his wife [had passed] away a couple months before."
It was 1915. Two of Renoir’s sons had been wounded on the front lines of World War I. And so, with the handle of a paintbrush shoved under the bandage on his right hand, the brush clamped between his thumb and his gnarled fist, the aging master found his only pleasures in painting. He made pictures of his children, of his friends, of fruit — until a beautiful young redhead showed up.
"She was only 17, she was an orphan, she was poor, and she was dreaming of something big. She was a kind of tornado, full of energy and a little bit lunatic." Renoir liked that: a person who knew who she was. The painter had his own demons.
Once DeeDee arrived, the distracted, sad, crippled artist began coming out of himself. “What interests me is skin,” Renoir says — “the velvety texture of a young girl’s skin.” (Much of the film’s dialogue comes from his son Jean’s memoir of his father.)
Renoir’s son Jean fell in love with DeeDee and they married. Jean Renoir became a major filmmaker and put DeeDee in some of his movies. The beautiful, wild redhead was a lover to the son and a muse to the father.