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Now Alain Delon has passed away. He died yesterday at the age of 88. I just watched him last week in Purple Noon, a movie in which, as he so often did throughout the '60s, he played a killer. Something about that mesmerising, impossible symmetry of his cool good looks suggests someone who sees himself as above human law and morality. Perhaps that's also why he played Zorro in the '70s. I haven't seen that one.

To those interested in art films, a frequent image is of Delon as the quiet contract killer in Jean-Pierre Melville's Le Samourai. There's nothing especially Japanese about the movie beyond the title but a few years later, in 1971, he costarred with Mifune Toshiro, cinema's preeminent samurai, in Red Sun, a movie that also featured Charles Bronson and Ursula Andress. Maybe that'll give some of you Americans reading an idea of the calibre of celebrity enjoyed by Delon all over the rest of the world. For whatever reason, he never did become as well known in the U.S. Of course, nowadays, the kids don't even know Cary Grant, so maybe it all evens out.

Here's Delon in an eerie, beautiful scene from Purple Noon:



Delon wasn't always cool and remote. He played a man constantly on the edge of panic in the paranoid thriller Monsieur Klein. But even when he was playing an icy killer, the thing that made it work was the impression of a crack here and there, a glance to suggest uncertainty, a self doubt that erects a bulwark of arrogance. He exhibited one of those rare, perfectly balanced sets of qualities that make a star.

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Is free love like speeding intoxicated through Europe on a motorcycle? So it seems to be for Marianne Faithful's character in 1968's The Girl on a Motorcycle, a visually nice but ham fisted and misogynist film.

Directed by the great cinematographer Jack Cardiff, the film is certainly not short on great compositions, one of my favourites being this one of Faithful approaching a petrol station through early morning fog:



Bright and carefully coordinated diffuse light familiar from the films Cardiff shot for other directors are recognisable in this film. Featuring the mad ride of one woman through Sweden, France, and Germany, the film also has some great location footage from Europe in the 60s.



Though Faithful's stunt double is a bit obvious even in shots from a great distance:



The story begins with a not terribly subtle dream sequence involving a circus where Rebecca's (Faithful) husband Raymond (Roger Mutton) is playing the cello while Rebecca's lover, Daniel (Alain Delon), rides circles around him on a motorcycle.



So Rebecca wakes up, walks out of bed naked, puts on only her leather riding suit, and decides to drive across three countries to reunite with Daniel. Along the way, we hear her internal monologue where she talks about how soldiers she sees look too serious, wishes Raymond would be more forceful with her, and thinks about how wonderful it feels to be riding the motorcycle wearing only the suit.



She orders drinks and petrol without being concerned that she didn't bring money and generally comes off as a bit of an asshole. In flashbacks we see how Daniel sneaked into her room during her honeymoon with Raymond (they had separate rooms for some reason) and raped her and afterwards Rebecca asserted it was the happiest day of her life. We see how her father (Marius Goring) took a firm hand with her, forbidding that she accept the motorcycle anonymously given to her as a wedding present, so Rebecca resents Raymond for saying she can keep it if she wants to. Meanwhile, we see Daniel, a professor, giving a lecture on the value of the emerging free love culture. It's not hard to see the message here.



It's a shame because Marianne Faithful gives a good performance and so does Alain Delon though he doesn't have as much screen time. Cardiff, however much the screenplay he co-wrote seems to hate Rebecca, also certainly seems to love Faithful with the camera.



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