Synopsis
A small-time thief steals a car and impulsively murders a motorcycle policeman. Wanted by the authorities, he attempts to persuade a girl to run away to Italy with him.
1960 ‘À bout de souffle’ Directed by Jean-Luc Godard
A small-time thief steals a car and impulsively murders a motorcycle policeman. Wanted by the authorities, he attempts to persuade a girl to run away to Italy with him.
Jean-Paul Belmondo Jean Seberg Daniel Boulanger Henri-Jacques Huet Roger Hanin Van Doude Claude Mansard Liliane Dreyfus Michel Fabre Jean-Pierre Melville Jean-Luc Godard Richard Balducci André S. Labarthe François Moreuil Jacques Lourcelles Liliane Robin Gérard Brach Philippe de Broca José Bénazéraf Jean Domarchi Jean Douchet Raymond Huntley Louiguy Michel Mourlet Guido Orlando Madame Paul Jean-Louis Richard Jacques Serguine Jacques Siclier Show All…
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jean-paul belmondo: toes are important in a girl
quentin tarantino: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
a narration by a french person in an old movie: *puts an entire pack of cigarettes in their mouth and lights them all at once* I'm Sad
me, wiping away a tear: wow...........five stars
this movie (oh sorry, this FILM) gave me lung cancer
sorry i guess i need to see it again, i didn’t really give a hoot about anything happening. aesthetically it was pleasing i guess but that can only get you so far. good score.
jean seberg: new york harold tribune!!!!
me, pouring a pot of black coffee down my throat with a baguette up my ass: I LOVE MOVIES
bitches say “i’m fine” then try to convince their girlfriend to run away to rome with them because they killed a police officer
Breathless is an exercise in detachment. The camera hovers above the city, but it never seems to touch it. The dialogue is simple and profound, but it’s often so completely unrelated to the paper-thin plot that it's reduced to mere mechanics. And the characters are abstracts, not human beings.
And yet, there is something beguiling about Breathless too, a sense of spontaneity, the promise of careless fun. It’s cool and offhand, and that’s the secret of charm. But if I compare it to Truffaut, the only other New Wave director whose work I've watched (and loved with all my heart), it falls short, because it lacks warmth and humanity and a sense of universality, and those are the things I’ve…