"She's no butterfly, Tony. She's all pelvic thrust. I mean, she prowls... She's got it!"
This is the melodrama to beat all melodramas, best enjoyed with a gin and tonic.. or several. I have a soft spot for this film that I don't think anyone else will ever really understand, including myself. I've been working on a theory that it is actually a representation of the American dream and the failings and trappings such a dream has on the notions of identity and femininity. You're all not giving this film enough credit! I know, I expect my Pulitzer in the post any day now..
A bleak and brutally honest film about mortality, love and the frailty of life and the self. At times I found this a hard film to watch but the tenderness and emotion conveyed by Emmanuelle Riva and Jean-Louis Trintignant is so compelling, both beautiful and heartbreaking in equal measure.
Everyone involved in the making of this film should be adorned with roses. Superb.