The same 1968 Paris riots that cap Bernardo Bertolucci‘s goofy & lyrical THE DREAMERS/’03 are used as the starting point in Philippe Garrel’s doleful look at the same era. The director's son, Louis Garrel, stars in both films but this time he loses rather than finds himself. Filmed with a panoply of Nouvelle Vague tics, Garrel père structures this long film as a series of extended vignettes spread around a loosely knit group of artists, poets, students, competing leftists & dilettantes. When the electric atmosphere that's so much a part of the initial revolutionary furore dissipates, the group settles for a mere similitude of the societal apocalypse they hoped to generate. Friendships fray, undying love waxes & wanes, drugs give off a diminished kick and life/career choices won’t stay on hold forever. It’s a fine set up, but Garrel’s film peters out by its third hour, adding up to something less than the sum of its often exquisite parts. Hmm, just like the ‘60s.
SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY: We all know that life is unfair, but in the ‘60s, so was hair. Check out just how fabu & stylish the guys look with their dirty tresses compared to the poor gals.