Fun. Guy Ritchie lite. Adjani is on fire.
Weird, remember really loving this on first pass. This time, just great. First 30 mins especially. Can’t help but feel Jean Arthur gets a bit of a bum deal here, disappearing from the story for about 40 mins smack dab in the middle. The patter is formidable, but no-one really gets a story beyond the two or three principles... Nick Ray’s The Lusty Men is a similar, superior riff on suicidal machismo.
No central character.
No defined purpose for side characters.
No three acts.
No internal references.
No political polemical voice.
One of the best films ever made.