L'Argent ★★★★

I'm fascinated by the way that Bresson shoots this, framing so much of the film in the same angles that he does the scam that kicks the entire narrative into motion, equating the exchange of money with the passing of a sentence and a conversation between husband and wife. In doing so, he strips the entire narrative down into a series of transactions, even when there's no actual money changing hands. We know nothing about any of the characters other than that they need things from each other in order to survive, be it money to keep a store open or a physical presence in order to want to stay monogamous.

Is it some sort of a statement of the inherent greed and tendency towards deception in people, or of how money has so thoroughly wedged itself into our culture that every interaction that we have with each other is some sort of transaction? I'm not sure, but I gotta say... the franc looks like play money as it is, so I can't blame that cashier for taking a fake.

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