The mise-en-scene is lovely. Other than that, your average French WW2 drama that feels like a product of the pre-New Wave cinema of quality.
Making art in Nazi occupied France. You'd think this would be more absorbing than it is but the passions of these artists seem rather muted.
Probably Truffaut's second best film. Very rich colors and set to depict Vichy France during the war, but doesn't depict the true misery of the everyday people during the time. The acting is very good, but the emotional tone of the film sways back and forth.
There were many wonderful moments, but one that stuck with me was the German officer who wouldn't let her hand go. The earnest and sick concern on his part, her spiraling need to escape, and the Nazi decor sprawled everywhere up to that point... for a moment there the film was *corrosive* and I felt a hint of what it must have been like to live in occupied France.
My first Truffaut film and one I am eager to see again, full of theatricality (literally and figuratively), love and a seamless method about it. It just flows like silk, and engages some important ideas in a way that is neither a sentimental whitewash nor a typical dark tragedy.
The first half was hard as hell to watch but it really gets better after the 1 hour mark, though I did check my watch the last 15 minutes. Its just very long but gratifying in the end.
Une telle tension, une telle tension. A en ouvrir la fenêtre en plein mois de décembre.