Worst we've ever seen from Truffaut. How it manages to garner a 7.0 rating at IMDb--well, maybe I can imagine if there's enough moviegoers in rose-tinted glasses, who just somehow feel obligated to think such a highly touted 'auteur' can do no wrong.
I see the script was adapted from a novel by a writer with huge, like 'noir' pulp fiction cred, Cornell Woolrich, one of whose stories was brought to the screen as *Rear Window*. As for this one, maybe the novel is more credible, plot and character-wise, but all the way through, we just kept giving our screen the 'stink-eye' and saying to each other, "People don't act like that!" Or, "Nobody could be that stupid." Or, "Who the heck talks like that?" Some of the romantic dialogue could not have been more cloyingly trite.
I came away thinking I'd better see "Jules and Jim" again just to be sure it is all that I saw it to be, that I wasn't just being sort of 'cinematically correct' to think I loved it so much. I think I did though. Both times, even.
I see the script was adapted from a novel by a writer with huge, like 'noir' pulp fiction cred, Cornell Woolrich, one of whose stories was brought to the screen as *Rear Window*. As for this one, maybe the novel is more credible, plot and character-wise, but all the way through, we just kept giving our screen the 'stink-eye' and saying to each other, "People don't act like that!" Or, "Nobody could be that stupid." Or, "Who the heck talks like that?" Some of the romantic dialogue could not have been more cloyingly trite.
I came away thinking I'd better see "Jules and Jim" again just to be sure it is all that I saw it to be, that I wasn't just being sort of 'cinematically correct' to think I loved it so much. I think I did though. Both times, even.