Monsieur Hire (Patrice Leconte, 1989)
Sometimes you find the perfect film for your mood. This was a pitch-perfect french film: rooftops, cruelty, longing, blood. Sandrine Bonnaire is excellent as always. It was also striking to see André Wilms (who spoke at the TIFF Q & A) in the opening shot, barely recognizable, 20+ years younger.
The loneliness is this film is complete and composition serves this feeling with its flattened out landscapes. It's a dreamy sort of cruel.
Patrice Leconte is another one who cannot seem to make a bad film.
The loneliness is this film is complete and composition serves this feeling with its flattened out landscapes. It's a dreamy sort of cruel.
Patrice Leconte is another one who cannot seem to make a bad film.