I can't stand films where people laugh at things that aren't funny. I guess you'd call it whimsy. Like a bell curve, at their point of bliss I'm close to loving this. Then there's the first and last 20 minutes. Catherine offers a powerful mechanism for the current climate in her denouncement of men enabling the bad behaviour. Moreau's sadness cuts through everything charming.
Completely moving and poignant. Wonderful score and sublime editing. It’s comparable to Band of Outsiders yet with more humility. Truffaut always seems to be considered secondary compared to Godard yet I think this film outshines anything of what Godard could produce during the era. Perhaps I am more lenient to this film because of its passion.
The camera & editing work precisely the way form works in a poem. Like Spirit. The pacing, the gunfire narration, relentless as time (and yet the film inhabits my memory as: 3 butterflies coasting, tumbling…) The stylized score, extras elbowing through foreground, mark it as 'Story'; keep it safe from our psychologies. Leaves me awed like the fresco scene in Fellini’s Roma: A breathtaking ache. Utterly a love story.
I first saw this when I was far too young to appreciate, which as also around the time I first saw 400 Blows, which I came away from initially with a much more lasting and positive response. Revisiting this, I am able to connect more, pick up on more of the subtleties, really every subtlety, that I had missed at the age of about fourteen. My father hates this movie. I understand why, but I am too seduced to care.
I don't know, I had heard so much praise for this film and yet when I finally sat down to watch it I felt it was incredibly overrated...the course of the film was pretty much determined from the beginning. Everyone seems to be struck by Catherine's character and her 'impulsiveness', but to me she is the product of a very male gaze and male imagination of 'what is Woman.'All in all, not very interesting.
I think this is some of the most overrated stuff I have ever seen. Just saying, I found Bergman's Summer with Monika way deeper and more consistent than this, though overlooked. The scene that was making more sense to me was that where Jim tells her that he's marrying Gilberte; and then she pulls out a gun and he jumps off of the window. What-the-heck
You'll either love this film or hate this film. 'Jules et Jim' is French marmite and despite being flawed, it's Truffaut's ability to find the genuine human moments that I admire; it's the whimsey at that start that made me laugh and it's the truth amongst the naivety that made me stay. This is a film about the testament of friendship through the harsh reality of life, of war, and through the cruel virtue of women.
This is the first time I watched François Truffaut's movie. It is a great story about friendship, love, hatred, and tragedy. Although this movie titled "Jules and Jim", it's also a movie about Catherine. She's a great influence of this movie - especially the friendship between Jules and Jim. She's a soul of this movie. I love its cinematography, editing, and all the technique aspects...