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Breathless. A formless but practically flawless cubistic portrait of the Frenchman as a young punk...
...from the spring fertility rites known as Bang Fai, when the men wave bamboo poles topped with phallic symbols and copulating puppets and the girls look on and giggle, to New Year's, when the King's elephants are gathered and lectured on good conduct. Many a Frenchman learned to play Laos' unchaperoned game of love, conducted to the music of khen pipes, and one French administrator in southern Laos chopped down all bridges into his domain once a year out of fear that the annual inspection might include an inventory of his concubines. According to British...
...trek through the northern jungles to a rendezvous with the brilliant Viet Minh ex-schoolteacher and field commander, General Vo Nguyen Giap. Over a bottle of warm champagne, which Giap bragged had been "taken from the body of a dead Frenchman," Giap explained how guerrilla warfare worked...
...camera finds the hero (Belmondo) flobbing around Marseille, sucking a cigarette, nothing to do: a portrait of the Frenchman as a young punk. Casually, he steals a car, roars north. Sixty. Seventy. Eighty. Police give chase. Gun in glove compartment. Why not? He kills a policeman, panics, runs. Paris. Meets bedmate, an American girl (Seberg), on the street, makes date, strolls off. Police spot him, give chase. Loses them in subway, goes to a men's room. Man washing hands. Punk slugs him, empties his pockets. Girl goes home, finds him in her bed. "Why did you come...
This is a very American novel written by a Frenchman about Belgium. The U.S. note is insistently struck when Robert Drouin, a Paris TV producer, drives through an all-night snowstorm across a wide Flanders plain as featureless and flat as any Midwestern prairie. He asks directions at a roadside inn where huge transcontinental trucks cluster and the room rocks with the blare of a jukebox and the colored lights and clatter of pinball machines. Even the ancient, canal-veined city of Bruges, whose chimes and carillons sound like "pianos in the sky," has a night face of glaring neon...