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on 24 February 2004
This is quintessential Gallic Cool of the Sixties, detached, stylist in the minimalist fashion, and filmed by a master, Jacques Demy himself.
Claude Mann plays the underpaid bank clerk who falls for Jeanne Moreau's divorced, platinum blonde gambler, and learns that there is no way their love, or whatever it is that they have going, can compete with potential gainings at the roulette table.
"Gambling is no more immoral than poverty or ugliness", a cocky young Jean replies to his father before taking the big plunge that, hopefully, will keep all spectators at a safe distance from gambling which is depicted as pure avarice, undiluted greed, a fever. Moreau's Jacki goes through literally packets of Gauloises in this film, and she pats her peroxide hair nervously at every turn and there is no end to her degradation. And Jean has never EVER met anyone like her before!
This new edition of Demy's fatalistic, deeply impressive film is carefully restored and looks great. Extras are few, but to the point.