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4/4
Jules and Jim ( ules et Jim)
Daniel Corleone - wrote on 04/10/2013
"l'm afraid she'll never be happy here on earth." Touching, unexpected, realistic, funny and brilliant. One of the best (could probably be the best) triumvirate of leads in the romantic-drama genre. It is rare to show realistic and the authenticity of friendship on film, this movie makes you jealous of the leads relationship if one doesn't have a long time friend to hang-out or write to. A friendship ensues between an introvert Austrian writer Jules (Oskar Werner) and an outgoing Jim (Henri Serre). The pair encounter a lively Catherine (Jeanne Moreau), who is married by Jules. Jim secretly yearns for her even when Jules has a family. Numerous women have been connected with Jules and Jim, but none as memorable as Catherine.
The skillful direction, honest performances, enticing …
Rating of
4/4
Irony, thy name is Truffaut
SIngli6 - wrote on 04/30/2011
The best way to describe 'Jules and Jim' is a 'Wuthering Heights' adaptation without Heathcliff. Another way to describe this film is as a work resplendent in irony and the artifice of love (something with which the French are particularly familiar). Yet, regardless of synopses, 'Jules and Jim' is among a rare class of films that both utilize beautiful editing and photography for the purposes of pragmatic storytelling, and utilize it well. 'French New Wave' films may have an inconvenient propensity to polarise, but if hearing a man with an exaggerated monotone (please forgive my tendency toward oxy-morons) indifferently regaling you with a tale of absurd melodrama does not make you thank the Lord God (or whichever deity you may reverently pester) for the miracle of cinema, then you …
Rating of
4/4
"Watch us well, Jules!"
Arbogast1960 - wrote on 03/30/2008
I am not an especially romantic person--on a scale from the cynical to the romantic, I reside decidedly toward the former end. But if ever there were a romance worth loving, it's Jules and Jim, a tragic love triangle tinged with whimsy, featuring a mesmerizing, timeless performance by Jeanne Moreau. Like much of Truffaut's work (and early Godard, before the spirit of Marx left his soul withered and parched), there is an almost indescribable energy to the film, a manifest joy that is infectious as the director experiments with myriad filmmaking techniques. I always marvel at the way the film makes wholly believable the title characters' obsession with Moreau's Catherine--she is shockingly insensitive and self-absorbed, driving the film to its calamitous conclusion, and yet one never …
