Petite waitress Johnny works and lives in a truck-stop, where she’s lonely and longs for love. She develops a crush on the garbage truck driver Krassky, although her sleazy boss Boris warns her that he’s gay. Both don’t notice the growing jealousy of Krassky’s boyfriend Padovan, until an escalation.
Gainsbourg is maybe an old romantic gaga, but his little pervert sketch on void and L'Amérique runs free ass an untamed stallion. I liked the boy, Joe Dallesandro, who is possessed by the free spirit, unlike, the girl, Jane Birkin who thinks that love is possession. Then, you'll die.
One of my friend (a fellow Serge Gainsbourg's fans) warned me that this movie is very sexual. I watched it anyway and it is. Well, the only two things that made me watch this film are the infamous song composed by Serge Gainsbourg, and of course, the beautiful Jane Birkin.
First, bright, brilliant color. Second, loud lively music, brings back an earlier time. Third, desolate, barren terrain. Finally, Jane Birkin, androgynous. A madcap Fassbinder friendly romp thru no place any of us wants to witness. And think, only 42 years distant. IMAGINATIVE!!!
That's the stuff. Beginning with a bloody crow against a windshield of a Mack dumptruck and just getting better from there. If nothing else you can laugh at Boris farting or take summer fashion notes from Padovar.
I responded to this film visually as much as anything, reveling in the layers of color, texture, shape and light. I need to look up what other films this cinematographer has worked on. The mood set by subtle scenes - Jane looking out the spattered window with only birdsong on the soundtrack, for example - gave breathing space to a story rife with the tensions that so often accompany gender role reversal.