I couldn't help but think of how the Cahiers crowd disliked Clouzot, how this came out the same year as Breathless, and how it's about the same restless youths. The film needs more New Wave roughness to do them justice, and Godard was better at both understanding and misunderstanding the kids of cafe life. But Clouzot brings his trademark toxicity to a character Bardot embodies. The old guard wasn't dead. Not at all.