Jean-Pierre Melville

(On Cable TV, August 2019) Some films age more poorly than others because they have been, in a sense, too successful: Whatever set them apart has been so often copied, referenced, improved or badly remade that they are now unremarkable. I feel a lot like this about Le Samouraï, which follows a hired killer with a Spartan lifestyle. Executed with stylish detachment, Le Samouraï offers a blend between making its protagonist as cool as possible (almost effortless when he’s played by Alain Delon) and presenting a deconstruction of that same cool-killer archetype by highlighting how mentally unwell he is. There’s not a whole lot of action to the film, most of the running time being dedicated to navigating a difficult situation between organized crime, the police and the victims. Many of the plot twists, all the way to the conclusion, can be anticipated well in advance: after all, there have been many similar movies in the decades since then, especially in the neo-noir 1990s. Some of my favourite (The Killer) and not-so-favourite (Ghost Dog) films of the period are clearly derived from Le samouraï, the point being that I’ve watched a lot of them and have developed an immune response to attempts at portraying stone-cold killers as cool guys. This being said, I can still recognize a clear artistic intention behind writer-director Jean-Pierre Melville’s intention in presenting the film, even though many will focus on the “cool assassin” tropes rather than the “barely functioning human” ones. Alain Delon, to repeat the obvious, is cooler-than-cool, while Cathy Rosier has a striking presence as a singer and intended victim. Le Samouraï now probably feels far more conceptually basic than it must have been at the time, but it does still score points on where it matters most … the execution.