We went to see Benoit Jacquot's homage to New Wave, A Tout de Suite last night; I adored it. It had an awkward rhythm -- the scenes seemed to go on a beat or two too long, the silences too -- and it was impossible to tell what was going to happen next. It was a very unadorned life as lived kind of telling, as the title a tout de suite (right now) would imply, and a kind of documentary style. The photography was a gorgeous black and white.

19-year-old Lili, played by the luminous and unconventionally lovely Isild de Beco, is a bourgeois art student who falls in love and runs away with Bada, a soulful Moroccan bank robber, condemned to death for his part in a bank heist that ended up with his partner and a teller dead. Lili's relationship with Bada leads to no good end, one might think, except that she is young, and free, and loves him, and only those moments lived without regard to consequences are true.

LINK | 1:14 PM | TB

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