Word: belmondo
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...familiar? Blonde, bullion, gilded body. Of course, the criminal Midas who sent the Triumph in for refinishing is Gert Frobe of Goldfinger. But Director Jean Becker, unwilling to risk all on one reckless stab at success by association, has also equipped Backfire with the Breathless team of Jean-Paul Belmondo and Jean Seberg. This time sparks fly only sporadically between them, partly because Actress Seberg?whose beauty and talent are unevenly matched?misbehaves with the studied seductiveness of a schoolgirl trying out her first pair of heels...
...Belmondo, in the driver's seat all the way, highjacks the Triumph and takes off like That Man from Rio on an obstacle course that leads to Athens (hurling down stairways, stomping his pursuers unconscious), to Naples (driving off an Italian embankment in a hair-raising detour), finally to a full stop in Bremen (bed rest). By then, Backfire has gunned up a lot of excitement?for a movie operating on borrowed...
...Belmondo, playing a Parisian mec supported by three prostitutes, describes one as "a country girl-so I have her work the park." The girl demands a pair of boots for bad-weather soliciting, and Belmondo snaps: "Boots attract perverts." When the gendarmes threaten to put him out of business, he marries a virginal barmaid (Marie Dubois), operates her café until she turns shrewish, then flees to Greece and sells himself to an aged playgirl...
...Hunt's opening dream sequences, three naked young blades cower in the deep grass while a pack of chic horsewomen come galloping through the glen. Director Edouard Molinaro thus establishes a theme to justify his title. Then, with stylish clowning, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Claude Rich and Jean-Claude Brialy take out after a galaxy of predatory French dolls in wild, whimsical, aimless and occasionally rather funny fashion...
...call it that) and smiles. "Very well," she decides. "I will choose the one who can do the best tricks." So, of course, both swains make idiots of themselves for five minutes. "If I knock my head against a wall would that prove that I love you?" pleads Belmondo in baffled desperation. "Perhaps," muses Anna. So he jumps up, zooms out of the cafe and across the street, head first into a brick building. She's unmoved...