Claude Chabrol, 1970
On the surface more formally showy than much of Chabrol’s other work. This means lots of track and zoom-ins, even some whip pans. Some very quick scenes, quick cuts. Nice montage work with the tram lines.
The themes are of paranoia (‘Paris Belongs to... no one’) people encountered are strange, everything is against the lead, the world is here more negative than elsewhere. Everyone drinks huge amounts to get by, no respite. The characters aren’t particularly deep; slight air of lunchtime melodrama at times. The drug part is dated, perhaps explains the formal tricks, Chabrol looking to weird us out. Works, but in a tired way.
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