France, 1967
Another greatly cold Melville/Delon/gangster flick (those three / generally guarantee a corker). Slow, grey, restrained, silent. Melville at his very best, the opening scene with Delon's Jef Costello lying smoking on a bed in a grotty GROTTY hotel, smoke swirling up and two big windows looking onto a grey street, the light reflected on the ceiling and cars going past.
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