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lone killer
Hannah 2022-03-25 09:01:10
The film creates a very special killer, Jeff, loner and taciturn, neither a clever and agile high-IQ criminal connoisseur, nor a affectionate fringe prodigal, Jean-Pierre Melville in the film one. At the beginning, such a lone wolf with Bushido spirit is defined, the cold environment, the minimal communication, the arrest of the police, Jeff still fulfills his killer mission, and the non-verbal details are highlighted in the second half of the film. The description, which delicately portrays Jeff's inner world, completes the tribute to the spirit of Bushido after the martyrdom of self-destruction.
Extended Reading
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Lisa 2021-12-22 08:01:15
The neat killer was in the blue-gray room, with only a caged bird to accompany him. Loneliness versus loneliness.
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Cara 2022-04-20 09:01:48
After watching [Lone Killer] after many years, I suddenly understand why I don't like [The Party at South Station]. The former is extremely restrained and does not overplay the drama and the emotions of the characters, while the latter is the exact opposite, striving to construct and describe. The actions of the characters we see in [Lonely Killer] are very dry. During the viewing process, we cannot clearly judge the purpose of the characters at the first time, and the potential hidden suspense is only revealed by the characters' next situations or actions. And those renderings are ambiguous and ambiguous, such as several times Jeff and the black girl looked at each other. Film noir + Bresson constitutes a new taste, and the characters' self-destructive tendencies have a new wave theme. Pretty standard author-type genre film. It is said that appearance determines everything, which also secretly dispels the dullness of the film at first glance, but thinking about the new wave, it is really handsome and beautiful.
Top cast
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Superintendant: Don't you love him?
Jane Lagrange: No.
Superintendant: Really? I'd have said you did. Laying yourself on the line for him like that, I thought you must love him.
Jane Lagrange: You're not the psychologist you imagined.
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Superintendant: It's strange. Girls like you are virtually prostitutes. Ever give it any thought?
Jane Lagrange: [sitting on her bed in a nightgown while her apartment is being searched by the police] No.
Superintendant: You should. It could blow up in your face. If the vice squad starts in after you - those boys mean business. You need to be covered. No pun intended.
Jane Lagrange: And you want to cover me?