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Froid (1979) – B. Blier
There must be other touchstones besides
“Waiting for Godot” but none are coming to mind just now. Blier’s film is as abstract, surreal, and
nonsensical as Beckett’s play but it exists more decidedly in the real world of
crime and cops, relationship disintegration and loss, towering apartment
buildings and empty subway stops. A
young Gerard Depardieu stumbles from one set-up to the next – is he potentially
a murderer himself? Even he doesn’t know.
Blier’s father is genial as the police inspector who seems more
interested in being left alone and drinking wine than investigating crime and
Jean Carmet is pathetic as a weak-willed killer of women. These latter two form
a ridiculous trio of sorts with Depardieu.
The plot frenetically (but absurdly) bounces from one setting and new
acquaintance/lover/foe to the next, ending finally in a beautiful natural
locale with beautiful Carole Bouquet putting everyone out of their misery. Doesn’t overstay its welcome but might
require some tolerance – that is, you could be alienated by this riff on
alienation.
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