Le Samouraï (1967) Review

"Alors ... C'est ouais?" [So then... is it 'yes'?]

(unlocks door)

"C'est non." [It's 'no'.]

The inventory of Jeff-with-one-f:

(1) grey suit, with a black tie

(1) tan trench coat, belted, collar popped

(1) grey hat, black band

(1) pair of gloves, eggshell white

(1) watch, worn on the inside of the wrist

(1) black revolver, with six shots

(1) wire key chain with:

(100+) keys to different Citroën DS, one of France's most popular cars in the 1960's.

(1) big wad of cash

(1) lighter

Cartons of cigarettes and bottles of water, the two things everyone needs to survive, are kept in bulk.

A minimalist, monochrome, hitman; harkening back to films 30 years earlier, destined to be paid homage to by films 30 years later. Both he and the two women in his life are as cool as the other side of the pillow, whether staring down a gun or the sly machinations of the police department. Cool detachment, cool style, always filmed in cool greys and blues.