Anyway, on to Melville. I swear, europe, I don't set out to make you think that I'm a Martian. I must genuinely be a Martian. But I have to say, I'm not that big a fan of Melville.
Reading this I started out mad — but then I soldiered on to the individual reviews and honestly it
does seems like you
are a fan of him based on what you said. So I can only conclude that this was some sort of 4th-dimensional chess move on your part, clandestinely professing admiration for an obvious genius like Melville while also launching a psychological attack on me. Nice play, Dr Lecter.
It seems that you like him more as an "actors director" considering how many strong performances there are. And I do agree that he's great at facilitating that. Not to mention the aesthetic.
Le Silence de la Mer was superb.
Yeah I've always heard high praise for this one so I really should go around to see it.
Next up is probably Melville's most famous and most beloved film, Bob le Flambeur. I've got to be honest, this was also a terrible movie. I will never understand why anyone would possibly want to elevate this to some kind of crime pedestal.
Yeah
Bob le Flambeur is the first one I saw first the one I remember the least of. I just recall it being thoroughly mediocre and didn't at all understand it's repute. Back then [when I first was getting into older cinema] I figured that it was one of those movies you had to watch twice or know the historical context off.
I've read articles about how Bob brilliantly combines American Noir with European Arthouse for the very first time but... I just don't feel it at all.
another monumentally overrated crime film, suffers from, which is that the attention to detail in the planning was handled so matter-of-factly, as if it were intrinsically fascinating, that it was instead terribly boring
You're accusing it of being a Michel Criton novel?
(though be fair Andromeda Strain was kinda good)
I then moved to Two Men in Manhattan. Now this was a damn good crime flick.
Guess I'll deploy the BJ headnod here.
In fact, I actually chuckled at the fact that, since it wasn't actually an American film, the female characters could get naked and the male characters could say things like "Oh, shit!" which is a phrase that absolutely belongs in the
noir world but which because of the Hollywood censors of the era stars like Bogart and Mitchum could never actually say

Sometimes at random moments in my life I chuckle at the fact that in the forties wearing a Chinese dress was used as euphemism for having done porn.
(Honestly, though Martha Vickers was too sexy for any moral code to constrain.)
Next up was Léon Morin, Priest.
Ah man I thought you were going to hate this one as religious mumbo-jumbo.
Totally agree with you on the performances. Jean-Paul Belmondo is just a fountainhead of raw charisma. It was really cracking.
Personally, I don't really remember much examination regarding the Nazis or Frances WW2 psyche. I just remember the interpersonal interactions between Belmondo and Riva and how they related to theological questions. The film does several wonky and interesting things with how it handles religion that I can't remember seeing done anywhere else. Like making Riva believe that God's existence is an objective fact (rather then as a
faith, which is what Belmondo wants to impress). Or how Riva's nascent religiosity is inherently attatched to her attraction for Leon Morin the person (which seeing as he's a celibate priest is kind of a problem).
It's like the film presents one person who is inherently a materialist, and the other who is inherently metaphysical, but when you turn the materialist religious she's still going to see the whole world through a materialist prism which just causes all sorts of problems.
Personally, I think that the film suffered from a slightly incoherent, or at least unfocused, script.
Slight?
SLIGHT?
It's like
Le Doulos is trying to be the goddamn
Big Sleep! <45>
The film even uses all those nicknames to try and confuse you even more!
I think this is a super-confusing film that is anchored by three really strong pillars.
1: Belmondo's fantastic charisma. I agree that it suffers when he isn't around.
2: It's pathos concerning "brotherhood" (very much a John Woo inspiration).
3: Those goddamn visuals, man.
(talk about foreshadowing symbolism)
I have a lot more to say about Le Deuxième Souffle. You should definitely track this one down, europe
Delon is, of course, awesome, but the plot is dumb to the point where it was almost like Melville himself found coming up with a plot to be a chore, as if he just wanted to film Delon walking around and looking at people, and the ending was lame
Is this your Chinatown-esque: "
Surrendering to the Death Impulse is baaaad" inclinations coming back to haunt us?
I think focusing on the plot of this movie is the wrong avenue to take in assessing it. The film just isn't structured around such a concept. It's like criticising prime BJ Peen for having terrible kicks. His game worked perfectly fine without them! This is the "hang out with the existentialist hitman" mood-piece. Delon's reaction and handling off stuff is more important than anything else that happens in it.
Now, to continue with what will be your least favorite part of this wrap-up, europe, I found Army of Shadows to be another dull stinker. Le Samouraï is something of a turning point for Melville in that it's the film where he truly became a visual master. Pretty much all of his films have excellent camerawork, but mastering color and really establishing a distinct eye allowed Melville to create a unique aesthetic that is present in every film from Le Samouraï through to the end of his career. Army of Shadows is one of his most aesthetically impressive films, and Lino Ventura turns in another very strong lead performance, but the movie just felt bloated and dull. This film suffers from the same thing that a lot of his crime films do, which is that, call it minimalism or call it something else, he's kind of a Bressonian stylist in that everything is very muted, very subdued, very quiet, very slow, which creates for me at least a sense that the stakes aren't as high as they should be, the intensity level isn't where it should be. This should be an insanely intense film, but the characters walk around like Bresson's zombies, not emoting, lacking any verbal dynamism. It's just scene after scene of intense shit handled in the dullest way possible.
Yeah I'm just going to go ahead and assume that you watched the wrong movie or something.
Consider this. How are "La Résistance" movies usually structured? Their climactic moments are usually "blowing up a bridge so that the Nazis can't re-supply their troops" or something like that. It's centred on heroic actions of resistance.
In Army of Shadows — being part of the rebellion is dominated wholesale by survival. You do not heroically fight the Nazis by blowing up bridges, you survive while your friends die around you, managing only victories so minute they barely register. The climactic action is killing a potential snitch (who may be the greatest hero among you) just to save the cause. That's the sort of soul-rending scenarios it presents you with as a rebel. It's to resistance what
Battle of Algiers was to Guerilla War.
As for the dullness of the film. Yeah... again... I just don't know what to say. This movie is just a goldmine of great character moments for me.
The immediacy with which Mathilde replies "understood" and then aborts the mission as they're trying to smuggle the Resistance-members out from the prison, leaving them to die.
Lino Ventura trauma after he survived the firing squad.
Mathilde's death. She's not only been the bravest among them, but also the most emphatic and supportive. And now she has to be killed by her own people for the cause.
Even tinier details like Lino jumping out of the aeroplane, meeting De Gaule, tricking that young Communist revolutionary in the beginning.
Like... this isn't just "great" dramatic moments. These are some of the best I've ever seen.
Maybe it's just some cultural thing? American mannerism being more direct and blunt and so you're not attuned to the poignancy of the gestures? [I'm trying hard not to use the typical French slur against Yanks —
boorish
]
I just love that character arch. It's so tiny. Yet so extraordinary.
But this one is the worst offender in the category of lame cops to follow. And the crime plotting and heisting is also rather dull
Unlike Bob, I think the set-piece in this movie is pretty damn great and tense.
It also leads to a downright hysterical moment.
After a 17-minutes long set-piece done in absolute silence — the cops are watching the recording and one of them goes "They don't say much, huh?" <45>
And then, finally, I watched Un Flic, which was very weak and not even a little compelling. Richard Crenna made for a pathetic master criminal and Delon's icy cool shtick didn't work well on the cop side. He was kind of a lame Frank Bullitt to me. Just a dud.
When that big "muh brootherhood!!!" emotion scene comes in the end — with Delon in the backseat of the car — I went all, "wait, we're doing a scene like this for
THIS movie?" It almost felt a bit jarring.
Also, that helicopter set-piece... couldn't have looked good even in the 70's.