Belle De Jour was a big deal when it was released in 1967.

Back then, we got our movie information through newspapers and magazines and I remember noticing ads for Belle in Rolling Stone and Boston After Dark. My attention was piqued by a photo of Catherine Deneuve in nylons and my spidey-sense was activated.

Little did I know that Bunuel’s primary focus would be on BDSM, which had been sleeping deep inside me.

All of a sudden, one movie became a double-feature.

Let’s just say that for me, it was a seminal event.