I've loved Juliette Greco ever since my father brought one of her records home c. 1960.

It was her recording of Pirate Jenny that turned me onto Brecht/Weill.

I'm not sure whether Cocteau intends us to love Orphee or not. Obviously he loved Jean Marais- and saw something in him that the rest of us don't. It's a singularly charmless performance.

But Marais charmlessness works within the context of the movie. This is the artist as self-obsessed heel. And Marais has enough physical presence to ensure that we keep on watching him.