Tom Ripley is sent to Europe by Mr. Greenleaf to fetch his spoiled, playboy son, Philippe, and bring him back home to the States. In return, Tom will receive $5,000. Philippe toys with Tom, pretending he will go back home, but has no intentions of leaving his bride to be, Marge, and honoring his father’s wishes. After some time passes, Mr. Greenleaf considers the mission a failure and cuts Tom off. Tom, in desperation, kills Philippe, assumes his identity, and lives the life of a rich playboy. However, he will need all his conman abilities to keep Philippe’s friends and the police off the trail. —IMDb
While an architecture student at Ecole des Beaux-Arts, Rene Clement painstakingly assembled the animated film Cesar les Galous. He made his live-action directorial debut in collaboration with Jacques Tati with the 1936 short Soigne ton Gauche. Clement spent the latter half of the 1930s filming documentaries in the French territories of Africa and Arabia. In 1937, he and archaeologist Jules Barthou were in Yemen preparing for the documentary short L’Arabie Interdite when they were captured, jailed and given death sentences. The two were freed and Clement returned to France with the film. In 1946, Clement acted as technical consultant on Jean Cocteau’s Beauty and the Beast (1946); this enabled him to finally direct a feature film on his own, the highly regarded “French resistance” melodrama La Bataille du rail, which blended the verisimilitude of Clement’s documentaries with the story-telling skills he’d gleaned from Cocteau. Though he’d begun his career with a cartoon and gained his… read more
My DVD says "Based on the Acclaimed 'The Talented Mr. Ripley!'" The kind of French film that the New Wave would soon kill off -- Godard spoofs it mercilessly in Pierrot -- but if anything it's more cinematic than Minghella's version, and far less overdetermined. Inspired and graceful, Delon is more like a thuggish country boy than a neurotic climber, and the rich guy is much nastier here. But I prefer Pierrot.
The starburst filter, exploding reality into glistening flares and halations...the clink of brandy glasses before an open fire, or the shimmer