The vibes are indeed immaculate, but not sure if this will really stick with me, as there isn't that much meat on this mood-board to chew over.
I mean sure, I'd probably feel better about myself too if Scarlett Johannsen was fawning over me, not exactly revelatory.
Still very enjoyable.
So that's where Sofia Coppola got it from. Incredibly eerie, beautiful and even proto-Lynchian in it's relentless ambiguity. The Australian bush is so so gorgeous but so so creepy here.
Definitive evidence of the fact that every man needs a cool trench coat before he can achieve self-actualisation.
Inglourious Basterds if Tarantino respected history.
Honestly though, this is one of the greatest war films ever made, both as a genuinely gripping thriller and a heartbreaking examination of the futility of the French resistance under Nazi occupation. It perfectly toes the line of making you fall in love with this band of resistance members while never romanticising or glorifying what they do.
Also all-time cinematography on this one, the muted colour palette makes everything look like a faded painting, and the effect is both chilling and beautiful.
It's such a shame Jean-Pierre Melville is so underrated outside of France.
