Jean-Pierre Melville takes his favourite elements from the era of the film noir crime films, and treats them to some realism.
The mood is always empty, and there is very little in the way of fun.
There are some pretty, but pretty vacant dancing girls, who are only smiling because it is their job to smile, and their repeated turns and even their rehearsal, early in the picture, are as fun as it gets.
This is Le deuxième souffle (1966), a wonderful, omenous, wide ranging and all-enveloping French film noir and gangster flick.
Because it's French film noir, there is always going to be a slight difference. Some things are taken more seriously, like the back stories of the hoods, molls, cops and gangsters.
At the samw time, some scenes make less sense than we might like them to, but we are always midway through everything, and in real life, there is no scene setting. The sadness is somewhat hidden beneath the piped smooth vibraphone-based jazz that plays in the bars and clubs, and even in some of the featured houses.
This beautiful tense, funny, hard French film noir opens suddenly showing into the finale of an escape from
prison. One
man dies during the escape, but the other two make it out, and we follow them on an atmospheric
run through the forest, in a minimal opening credits sequence with
very little music.
From there Le deuxième souffle is one long and epic criminal ramble.

