The Frame

I must admit that after seeing Caché earlier in the day, and knowing director Robert Bresson’s reputation for taking his time, I was a little apprehensive at going to see a second slowly-placed French film in the same day. But it was only playing at the local film series this one night, and I’m so glad I went. It’s excellent. A Crime and Punishment-esque story, a young man tries picking pockets one day for the hell of it, finds he enjoys it and ends up joining a crew of thieves, learning the techniques, and finally playing cat-and-mouse with a police inspector. He even has Raskolnikov’s ideas about some people being above the law, except he’s not murdering people, only picking their pockets. It’s got a noirish feel, too, in the New Wave tradition of imitating American post-war films…a double feature of this with Godard’s Breathless would be awesome.
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