Costa-Gavras gives up politics for romance, a sort of guns-for-butter deal, and he appears to have gone into delirium from the sense of release. His script, from a Romain Gary novel, has a luxuriant, exhilarating quality, something like walking across mattresses, and the storyline, about two lost souls who literally bump into one another on a Paris street corner (actually his car door bumps into her grocery bag), renounces psychology in a way that calls to mind Gary's maligned Birds in Peru. Yves Montand and Romy Schneider are extremely co-operative and helpful in what must have been somewhat trying circumstances, and the ravishing photography by Ricardo Aronovich makes everything somehow seem all right. (1980) — Duncan Shepherd
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