Slack, poky, capricious, meandering improvisation on an American crime novel by Dolores Hitchens, one of the more -- one of the many -- ephemeral efforts from the salad days of Jean-Luc Godard. (Or, as he is credited here, Jean-Luc Cinema Godard.) To see this film today is to understand perfectly how Godard could have made fifteen features plus six segments in omnibus films within the span of nine years. Claude Brasseur, Sami Frey, Anna Karina. (1964) — Duncan Shepherd
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