I can’t stop crying or thirsting for young Jean-Louis Trintignant, but also this is the kind of movie I wish I could make. Not only glorious and audacious shot to shot, but also a script that’s lean and deeply felt (even the cheesy Giacometti quotation works). These are people! Pretty people, but people nonetheless!
Equal parts a celebration and a meditation on love, the film is told in mostly vivid, lush montage set to achingly romantic music. It filled my heart to its brim and also made it hum with a melancholy tinge. At one point, it made me break into a wide smile. A film of total beauty told in the language of pure cinema. Just absolutely fantastic.
Some Sundays start well and end badly. It's hard to believe- It's crazy to refuse happiness. If I had to go through this again, What would I do? Is there anything else I could do? To see her for months on end as a pal. What happens? You end up being pals, maybe. She wired, 'I love you.' Admit it boy, you just don't understand women.
Dos cosas a valorar de este filme. Lo primero sobre el modo de construir sus flashbacks, un modo de recreación que corta de forma abrupta al tiempo real. Son retazos de vivencias (o fantasías inventadas) de los personajes no contados. Lo otro es lo que sería la mejor escena. Durante el acto de amor, la amante recuerda al esposo que ya no existe, más sigue existiendo para ella. El amor se frustra. Lástima se recupera.
Either I'm not the romantic kind, or something has slipped my attention. The plot just didn't do it for me, it seemed utterly unrealistic all throughout the movie. However, I did enjoy Trintignant's monologues and I appreciated the movie's cinematography and Anouk Aimee, who was indeed stunning. Hollywood romance movies must have really been influenced by "Une homme et une femme".
I saw this film by accident. I had bought a pirate copy of Godard's Une Femme Est Une Femme from a street vendor in Chennai (Chennai's a strange place, it's easier to find foreign french films on the street than it is to find the new Star Trek movie). As a result, I still have yet to see a Godard film, but boy did I love this movie. It's very slow, but it is now considered the precursor to all music videos.