Diary of a Chambermaid (1964) review

Jeanne Moreau goes to live with an eccentric group of rich people in yet another condemnation of the bourgeois; this time, however, we're supposed to accept the story as a metaphor for fascism in France years before World War II. I think this is one of the director's more intellectually lazy efforts, leaving you with a cast of one-dimensional characters that are hard to like (Michel Piccoli's a womanizer, the old man - Buñuel? - has a foot fetish, the groundskeeper is cruel) and the aforementioned central metaphor that doesn't make a whole lot of sense - there's a lot of anti-Semitic discussion and odd-ball behavior yet none of it seems justified.