His Dark Materials
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This was one of Chabrol's first films. Like with so many early steps into the realm of film directing (cf. Mean Streets by Scorsese and, in a sense, Le deuxiÃ¨me souffle by Melville), one might say that Chabrol managed to scratch together his favourite ingredients, but has not quite managed to bake the perfect cake from them yet. A double tour depicts the ugly truth beneath the glamourous service of the French gentry of the time, but the film's structure is unbalanced. Chabrol spends far too much time on scene setting (Belmondo acting like the clown - always a pleasure), and far too little on the murder (we don't even get to see the corps, except in a flashback once the truth is revealed) and the disentanglement of the mystery. Still, it is amusing enough to watch with good old (or should I say: young) Bebel, some lovely pictures of Aix-en-provence and its surroundings, and all that in colour as early as 1959.