Gabin is badass as usual, but with added vulnerability in this one. The look of finally released rage as he shoots Jules Berry is quality acting. It seems to sum up the vituperative mood of the tumultuous times in one explosive moment.
Ti comprerò una bicicletta quando avrò soldi, e quando il tempo sarà bello, a Pasqua, andremo a cogliere i lillà. Voglio un giorno della mia piccola vita scritto da Marcel e Jacques.
i used to have to sandblast transmission parts one day i showed up to work in a beret and coughed black shit out of my throat all night ...grand
It's like a poem drenched in blood, shadow, and moonlight. What's not to love? Marcel Carne has broken my heart yet again, this man knows tragedy.