Two scenes make this film watching, and those are the two tavern scenes, when Pierre breaks loose and causes havoc, as a bartender in the first one suddenly getting enough and shooting down the entire place, leaving it in cinders, and the other one is a similar scene in Nice when he casts off his disguise and goes berserk. It's a very shabby noir without any finesse at all, but she is beautiful and the only interesting part, as she like a chameleon constantly changes shape, but even in the roughest circumstances keeps up her own style and beauty. Compared to "Rififi" three years later this becomes negligible, and not even Eddie Constantine could have helped it up. Robert Berri raises no sympathy at all, at most you are fascinated by his base brutality, while you will remain fascinated by her. It's not even a clever story, but nevertheless you follow it for its excitement, and all you will remember of it afterwards are the two charming lady singers at the taverns.
Review of Les amants maudits
