Jean Rouch did a brilliant work in terms of cinematography and direction. Was nice to see Pollet’s in a genre I didn’t know he had tried. Chabrol’s plot is simple yet efficiently executed. Liked the first film too. Godard’ bit is the one thing that might ruin an otherwise lovely film about hateful people (parisians). This prick built his career around the idea that women are childish yet sexual yet irresponsible.
re-rating. Pollet performs a beautiful prelude to what he would later develop with "L'Amour c'est Gai, L'Amour c'est Triste", Godard meets the resourcefulness of Maysles camera and, especially, Rouch concentrates in a short his sardonic view of fictional film, a masterpiece of images, sounds and its standpoints, not forgetting Chabrol and Rhomer's enjoyments. A city and the cinema that document/inhabit/(re)build it.