Casual cruelties of everyday life may have been exclusive to bourgeoisie in the 50s, but with globalization and technology, ennui has proven itself the ultimate egalitarian. If emptiness and melancholia persist still among today's youth, unlike Jean Seberg's cold yet worrisome Cecile, empathy is in shorter supply. Stunningly subtle and yes demanding, TRISTESSE's many pleasures come at the price of your attention.
A film of stupefying badness -- prettily made but empty, a piece of high-polish Bleak Chic. The story is lame and obvious, it goes exactly where any sentient movie goer will know it is going, and poor Jean Seberg is saddled with the lamest voiceover narration pre-BLADE RUNNER. A botch from start to finish.
i didn't really like the storyline, its very.. i don't know, i just didn't seem to like the story, I've read the book and i didn't quite enjoy that either. but Jean Seberg, isn't she lovely, so pretty and perfect and lithe. I didn't like how irrelevant Deborah was there, in my opinion she was upstaged by Elsa, which was perfectly acted!
Preminger is so hit or miss for me. I have finally realized that I really only like his noirs. I know many film critics/fans that I respect who consider this to be his true masterpiece, but I don't see it. It actually bored me.
There are the seeds of about half a dozen of JLG films in here. But even apart from that, it's lovely how resonant the film is inspite of an basically un-dramatic premise. And the camera moves, dances!
The seeming lightness of tone, the youth of Seberg's lost character, the awfully vibrant colours make it doubly brutal; how the happiness and the beauty give way to purgatory, the nightmare lurking just below. After it all, only emptiness remains.