Le Dernier Métro
The only reason why I am only blogging about this movie now is the fact that my urge of wanting to see another movie was stronger than my urge of writing about them. Plus, “Le Dernier Métro” is another one of these films that deserves much better treatment, and so: Welcome to a blog posting in which the content per word ratio tends towards zero.
If “La peau douce” is a 1 and “Jules et Jim” is a 10 on Truffaut’s scale, I’d say that “Le Dernier Métro” is something like a 5. It was an immensely enjoyable movie but without the psychological and emotional depth of “Jules et Jim”. I remember that back then, I did not say much about “Jules et Jim” and now I actually wish I did. Today, I wish for it so much that I am thinking of re-watching the film again. Even though I feel that I might say the same about this movie one day, there really is nothing mentionable about the film because it ultimately gave me exactly what I have expected: The direction was good, the story was extremely enjoyable and I recommend it wholeheartedly. (Especially since it’s shocking to see that Gérard Depardieu actually used to be much better looking than now, hahaha.)
By the way, my favorite scene is actually the end, I loved this little twist/punchline/whatever you would call it, and I won’t tell you because perhaps you might want to see the film – and if you do, you don’t want to get spoiled, no?