This movie had a heartbreaking narrative that touched me deeply. The pace is slow which might be problematic to some but to me the experience was wonderful. The superb black and white photography, for which I adore Louis Malle, definitely added to this. One of my all time favourites.
I would've given it five stars for the idea around the movie, with its seductive melancholy and relentless depression, but at times some reactions were way over the top, too theatrical for my taste. "I can't touch things. And when I do touch things, I feel nothing." ; "'We poets have no need for drugs to attain the borderline between life and death..." My favourite scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwSQxlwMzr8
Deeper and deeper down into a man's soul. Malle's direction is elegant, he reveals the spaces of gray between light and shadow, and reflections in a mirror. At times the film resembles Antonioni, but it's warmer and more human, it's less about ideas and more about people, reaching out and searching. The ending is jarring, and while not unexpected packs an emotional wallop. I cared so much for Alain.