Why is it that so many French films that everyone acclaims as masterpieces bore me so much? "La Grande Illusion", the "Three Colour" movies and many others do not touch me or move me in any way. The persistent distancing from the characters by many French directors is probably the reason - I don't feel I ever got to know the characters in this film - so why should I care what happens to them?
The Jeanne Moreau character is so supremely selfish that I could not like her in any way - and the two men seemed stupid for constantly returning to her. I can't care for such selfish and stupid people. And how could the two men be so little affected by something as horrific as trench warfare in World War One? It was almost as if they'd just been off to summer camp.
There are moments of stylish cinematography and, despite the period setting, the whole thing is nicely sixties, but overall I thought "so what".
The Jeanne Moreau character is so supremely selfish that I could not like her in any way - and the two men seemed stupid for constantly returning to her. I can't care for such selfish and stupid people. And how could the two men be so little affected by something as horrific as trench warfare in World War One? It was almost as if they'd just been off to summer camp.
There are moments of stylish cinematography and, despite the period setting, the whole thing is nicely sixties, but overall I thought "so what".