Jazz and intricate noirish plot, wandering through Paris' streets while your lover is stuck in an elevator. Malle turns Moreau into a gravitational center that keeps the film from falling apart, the fact that she doesn't even interact with Ronet's character only emphasizes the unsettling solitude that overruns the narrative, chance being more determinant to the fate of the two young couple's fates than anything else. The plotting can be amusing if a bit trivial, this powerlessness of will in…
When death is tempting. Malle's usual austerity modulated as existential malaise, but with a sensitive formal organization to its exposing of events that makes it sting in a dislocating fashion. I've never been much into french existentialism, but this is nonetheless a great portrayal of nihilistic angst.
to institute representation as signifier, as a transcendental subject radically deluded, one can sense existence itself as a fundamental point, which can overbalance the entire structure it finds itself in. when ws turns the most crucial element of imbalance to pure abstraction, he shifts the very fabric of representation towards a tangible force, absolutely essential for the actual transformation to take place.
it takes this boisterous abstraction (alice as a representation of humanity, not humanity itself, alice as cinema) to…
beautiful visual textures that unveil an unhinged tale of blunder and gaucherie. north american sociopolitical imaginary in a very specific social stratum, cassavetian pacing allied with an explicitly frontal dramaturgy and an emotionally compelling dramatic cosmology. when misfits can’t find their place in society, when they don’t belong anywhere, when they are simply non-entities drifting around a room, thinking about their loved ones and all the suffering their actions may have caused to them and others.