Okay so it isn't top-drawer Duvivier but even second-rate Duvivier is light years of ahead of Truffaut, who saw fit to damn it with faint praise when he should have been aspiring to produce something a tenth as good as Duvivier's worst. Once again we have a cast to die for and if, as someone has remarked here, Philippe was a tad miscast as Mouret he's still a fine actor and we still have the great Darrieux, the lovely Anouk Aimee and the exquisite Jane Marken. This was Duvivier's fourth decade of film making at the very highest level and French cinema is punctuated by his work - La Belle Equipe, Carnet de Bal, La Fin du jour, Pepe le Moko, Poil de Carrot, Voice le temps des assassins - just to scratch the surface. This is right behind all of those which is praise indeed.
Review of Lovers of Paris
