Movie Review: Hiroshima, Mon Amour

France, Alain Resnais (1959)

This is one of the most pretentious French films that I have ever seen! It was like watching a two-hour long Calvin Klein ad. I really thought it would never end.

The context the film was set in, Hiroshima some years after the bomb, made for an unusual and interesting background to the story, but I couldn’t have been less engaged in the passionate manic-depressive moods of the French actress torn between her current affair with a Japanese man and her memories of her affair with a now-dead German soldier. I was squirming in my seat and yawning uncontrollably by the end.

Here’s the Gist
: I’m sure that Hell is full of movies like this. [*]

2 thoughts on “Movie Review: Hiroshima, Mon Amour

  1. Per an earlier conversation…How about putting warnings on movies that inform viewers not only of scenes of violence, adult language, and drug use, but also episodes of intolerable boredom? Eg, reviews of “All the Vermeers of New York” would alert viewers of the hour-long scene (I exaggerate only barely) of a phone ringing. And something like “The Young Girls of Rochefort” would warn of random jaw-dropping, “what-the-hey?!?!?!?!” scenes. That way, we’d know whether to bring a book and small reading light to the movie theatre.
    Along those same lines, opera reviews should warn us if the opera contains 3-hour scenes where the only props onstage are a hook on the wall, or if everyone in the cast is wearing shapeless gray costumes. Is this too much to ask? I think not.

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