This film is nothing less than a cinematographic experience, dazzled by the lights, deafened by the music and fascinated by the beauty of the editing, we leave the room shaken and disturbed by what we have just finished watching...
David Lynch once again gives us the free hand of his thoughts, transporting us with him like an attraction. Shocked, bewildered, enthusiastic, bewildered, these are the various facial and verbal expressions I heard during the session; Lynch has the gift of fascination.
A woman, an atheist, in search of awakening the semblance of fun that was slumbering in her, enters one day in the confessional of a church, her purpose is to tell a joke of bad taste to a priest. The priest understood that the sinner was in reality a woman troubled by the war, but also by the existence of God and dogmas, he enlightened her and encouraged her to return to him. That's how a story of friendship was born, of complicity, he preached religion to her, the meaning of life and its value... But it is only some time later that she realized her attraction for him. She ends up confessing to him the passions that were eating her up, and he encourages her to come and confess.
This film is a jewel, funny, dull, cheerful, Melville knew how to retransmit all the energy of the book by adapting it more than perfectly for the 7th art, a masterpiece.
The actors play well, especially Belmondo, with an undeniable charisma (priests like that are not seen every day) and the dialogues are extraordinary! Not a single moment of respite for the spectator, the film is exciting, captivating, and of an unequalled beauty. It is also this human solidarity that never ceases to shine, which is shown primary for the Man is so touching, moving, poetic ... Bravo !Â
Behind the thriller lies a psychological analysis, rudely staged, the unshakeable cold blood of a manipulator, profiteer, eaten away by vices... Comparing the poor remake of the film: "The Talented Mr. Ripley" would be particularly interesting to analyze, since the two protagonists are completely different. On the one hand, Delon plays the role of an elusive, charismatic, self-confident man; on the other hand, Damon plays the role of a weak boy, without any semblance of insight, personality, or even naivety. The viewer suffers the consequences of his actions and remains powerless throughout the film.
But, to erase even the vague memory of this turnip, let's get back to our film (which largely crushes it.)
The film conquered the audience's ears, thanks to Nino Rota, composer of the greatest, who came to sublimate Clement's canvas with his musical notes.
How can we not talk about the way the film ends? An unforgettable, enjoyable, extraordinary end, what a stroke of genius!