Un Flic (Melville, 1972): Prince Charles Cinema, 8.30pm
This film also screens on September 11th and is part of the Jean-Pierre Melville season at the Prince Charles Cinema. Full details here.Time Out review:
There is un flic (a cop), but we begin with les voleurs:
four thieves, to be exact—led by suave nightclub owner Simon (Richard
Crenna)—who take down an isolated seaside bank in the chillingly spare
opening sequence of Jean-Pierre Melville’s final feature. It’s a
Zen-suspenseful set piece, all rock-steady compositions and hypnotically
primordial atmosphere, as much a philosophical state of mind as a
ticking-clock tension generator. (You'd expect nothing less from the
great French director behind moodily elemental thriller like 1956's Bob le Flambeur and 1967's Le Samouraï.)
Plus, it’s a terrific prelude to the film’s stripped-down battle of
wits between Simon and the jaded Parisian police commissioner, Edouard
(Alain Delon), who’s slowly catching on to the clandestine robber’s
criminal dealings. There’s a woman involved, of course—Catherine Deneuve’s luminously
vacant Cathy—as well as the City of Light crushing all the characters
with rampant venality (call it an unfortunate product of the time when
homosexuality and transvestism were used as quick-pick signifiers of
corruption). But it’s the quasi-mythical, ultimately tragic bond between
Simon and Edouard that gives the movie its emotional heat. With barely a
word spoken between them—mostly a series of virile glances—Delon and
Crenna paint an idealized portrait of masculine camaraderie, one that’s
exposed at the end of Melville’s bracing last testament as a
soul-shattering illusion.
Keith Uhlich
Here (and above) is the trailer.
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