Was Alain gay by any chance? I think he's clearly afraid of something, but he speaks a lot about life and its meaningless for him. He also speaks about desire but for me, it seems that he isn't able to set down any deep connection with any women at all since he didn't seem to enjoy or pursue any very long/close relationship on any scene at least and yet he "tries to force" some interest in women at the same time...
I can relate to this film. The searching, the dead desire, the philosophies. It's that utter disgust for and confusion of life that hurtles him into the next day. Some of the close ups and segments with the Satie music were very simple and beautiful. You could see the fleeting hopefulness in his friends' faces. Despite all of this, I too expected something more, but maybe that's the point. The ending was apt.
this was certainly one of the best portrayals of anxiety and depression that I've seen on film during this time. this was also a much darker piece of French new wave cinema, and much quieter. it hangs on every word, every scene, with no colors to hang to. the day he says his goodbyes is echoing every now and then, in his mind. the film is beautifully depressing, but needs to be seen.
Suicidal and clinically depressed people are definitely hard to be around, and its almost shocking to watch all these other people who love the main character keep saying things like, "I'm so happy to see you! We need you back! You must keep checking in!" when the guy acts like a jerk to everyone, but so goes sitting for two hours with an actually depressed person. If that's what you want to watch. --PolarisDiB
For some people, happiness is a very difficult thing. The movie is a melancholic exploration into the internal landscape of Alain Leroy, and is superbly acted every step of the way. Maurice Ronet is fascinating to watch, and Malle treats the plot as a disheveled empty room, each cast aside item slowly gazed upon.
So many scenes with wrong punctuations in dialogue, photography and and editing (typical feat in "french new wave") and in the end a depressingly mediocre movie about a subject that is close to my cold, black heart. It made me want to drink though and I finished a bottle of fine red wine while watching it. Fucking Oscars on TV... makes me want to shoot myself.
Is this the best performance of the 1960s? MAURICE RONET has always been a very good actor but here he becomes a great one. He just, quietly, is this person. If the ultimate aim of a performance is to take you inside another's world and feel their reality, then this is as good as it gets. A film about a depressed, suicidal alcoholic should be, well...depressing. Instead it creates a profound connection he could not.
This film gorgeous and shockingly clear. It was beautiful & heartbreaking to follow Alan Leroy (played magnificently by Maurice Ronet) in the last days of his life. He was an extremely honest character, and I feel like his story, or at least what he felt about his life and himself are feelings that i could truly relate to. Feelings that were distinctly human & tragic, and beautiful for that very reason.
hey sexy nuns, recommending this movie to the depressive ones is quite reductive, don't you think. it's more something about love (as always) - not being able to love, lack of love, disgust of love, etc. but this time, imagine a slow, grey and lucid film. no melodrama. it's startling.