A cocky, heedless, high-dive stunt undertaken by Claude Lelouch, the object of which is to stretch a love story across the entire 20th Century and three hours of movie time. (The version for American release retraces the two roads, going back to the beginning of the century and the beginning of the cinema, which led the lovers to their fated path-crossing at Orly Airport, 1974, and it terminates with the lovers' first sight, after just two hours, and thereby reduces the audacity of the stunt by one-third.) Over such a distance, Lelouch, his energies stretched thin perhaps, engages in some pretty cavalier plotting, especially on the subject of the young hero's filmmaking career, about which Lelouch should know better. The epic scope, though, never distracts Lelouch, a sympathetic actor's director, from his attentions to the moods and mannerisms of his people -- Marthe Keller's uncontrollable Crest toothpaste smile on her sixteenth birthday, or her slim figure dancing alone, a transistor radio held to her ear, high above the Jerusalem skyline. (1974) — Duncan Shepherd
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