Der Engel, der ein Teufel war

Jean Gabin runs a restaurant in Paris. He manages his team. He has an adopted son, Gérard Blain. There's his mother, who runs a guinguette on the banks of the Marne. His ex-wife's daughter appears; his ex-wife is dead and his daughter doesn't know what to do, so she comes to see him in Paris. It's Danièle Delorme in the role of femme fatale, who returns with designs that we'll gradually come to understand thanks to the script, which moves forward slowly but surely, with points of no return at every turn. She's going to turn Jean Gabin's world upside down.

Danièle Delorme carries the film. Jean Gabin is quite credible as the restaurant owner. Gérard Blain is more monolithic. The life of Jean Gabin's character is turned upside down by all these women: his deceased ex-wife, his ex-wife's daughter, his mother. We could even say that they are all femmes fatales, such is their influence on the various characters. This is a film noir.

It's a good thing that the music is sparse and not overdone like many films of the period. This makes the film even stronger. A very pleasant surprise.

This Duvivier gem is the definitive proof that the FRench cinema was not moribund in the late fifties.Julien Duvivier,the master of the film noir French style ("Pepe le Moko" was a strong influence on the American film noir),outdoes himself and gives his last masterpiece ."Voici le temps des assassins " outdistances all former works ,it's really the apex of evil.

Danielle Delorme 's character is one of the most perverse you can see on a screen:she almost makes us forget Jean Simmons in "Angel Face" .This girl is perversity flesh on the bone.Is she a victim (of her education? her sad background?)Delorme told in an interview that her part was "much too much",that she probably had excuses,that she probably suffered during her childhood: terse answer by the director:"evil people are evil,period." Duvivier's world is thoroughly noir:the three old women who are featured in the movie are evil too.

Germaine Kerjean's character is even more terrifying than the false ingenue :not only she probably broke her son's marriage (Gabin) but she has also continued to dominate him.When Gabin introduces her to Catherine,she simply says with a threatening smile :"she has a chilling way about her" ;actually this reply turns the audience 's heart into ice.this old shrew is sadistic to a fault:you should see her behead her chickens in her guinguette (cafe where you dance on the banks of the Seine)!You should see her thrash her daughter-in-law,yelling,when the whip comes down :"that will knock you into shape!!" Catherine's mother(Lucienne Bogaert) is a slut,the ugliest woman you have ever met,destroyed by alcohol and drugs .She epitomizes decay.She urges her daughter to kill her husband -who was also his twenty years ago-,and the way she plans the murder,lavishly detailed ,makes your flesh creep.

And there is Gabin's housekeeper (Gabrielle Fontan),a hypocrite spinster who never found love and thus is jealous of Catherine,who is young and beautiful.she moves in the house like a snake ,always on the look-out for some gossips about Catherine,the intruder.

The action takes place in three places: 1)Gabin's restaurant in Les Halles,now a thing of the past,where the scenarists take a slap at the Americans -who are far from being gourmets- and the dogs (there's humor in this somber story).

2)Catherine's junkie mother's room ,in a seedy house near decay,where she spins her web.

3)Her mother-in-law's guinguette,turned into a living hell by the owner.

The characters move from one place to another,as an almost unbearable tension rises and takes all the characters in a bloody violent final by the misty banks of a glittering Seine.

This movie contains scenes that will leave you at the edge of your seat,even 50 years after:Kerjean,whipping with an intense pleasure;Gerard's (Gerard Blain) murder in the night down by the Seine;His dog,barking at a scared to death Catherine.Sincerely,I've seen lots and lots of FRench movies,but few (if any) come close to this one when it comes to depicting wickedness ,greed and perversity.

Once dismissed as "pre nouvelle vague trash" "voici le temps des assassins -looked upon as a masterpiece by Bertrand Tavernier,one of the masters of the contemporary French cinema - has since been restored to favor by a whole generation of viewers (its IMDb rating is currently 7,6!Thanks to the users!)and critics (Jacques Lourcelles notably).

Claude Chabrol and Bertrand Tavernier love this film.

Watch "Voici le temps des assassins" at all costs!!!!

From the opening shot of Daniele Delorme as Catherine walking across Les Halles this film takes hold and never loosens its grip. Superbly structured and beautifully paced it builds to a terrifying although somewhat melodramatic finale. This has to be one of Jean Gabin's greatest roles as he does not so much act the part of Andre as inhabit it. The change in this easy-going, good-natured man as he realises that he has been duped and deceived is highly effective. One usually cringes at the titles given to European films for the American market but here Kipling's words 'Deadlier than the Male' are decidedly apt. Lucienne Bogaert, Germaine Kerjean and Gabrielle Fontan play their monstrous characters with relish whilst Daniele Delorme as the 'femme fatale' is stupendous in what would seem, on paper, an extremely difficult role. Her portrayal reminds one of Shakespeare's phrase 'There is no art to find the mind's construction in the face'. The diverse characters in and around the restaurant are wonderfully drawn. Shot by the legendary Armand Thirard and edited by one of director Duvivier's regular collaborators Marthe Poncin, this is film noir of the highest quality. Even the best directors alas have only so many great films in them and although we have good ones like 'Henriette' and 'Marie-Octobre' from Julien Duvivier still to come, the film under review is sadly the last of his very best. Disappointing to see that Cesar the canine chum who plays such a vital role in this film, is uncredited. Oh well, that's showbusiness!

This opens in stunning fashion, with amazing panning shots of Paris' Les Halles in full and glorious flow in the 50s. Parisians must look now at London's Covent Garden development and wonder just what they did to their own central market. Back on screen, the fine sequences continue inside Jean Gabin's busy and successful restaurant, with great movement and sense of excitement. Both Gabin and Daniele Delorme are most effective as the narrative develops but it is a familiar tale and Delorme is only too convincing in her role to deceive just about everyone, seemingly for love but in reality, of course, for dosh. a surprising whipping scene and some scenes of real tension towards the end but this is french and overlong without too many surprises.

Jean Gabin runs a great restaurant right by Les Halles, the central market of Paris. He's bluff, hardworking, and has taken under his wing Gérard Blain, a poor medical student who works at the market, whom he feeds regularly and takes with him to visit his mother, who runs an inn in the country. Danièle Delorme comes to him from Marseilles. She is the daughter of his ex-wife, who has just died. Gabin takes her in and treats her as a daughter, but comes to have different feelings for her. There's just one problem. Her mother isn't dead. She's a drug addict staying at a cheap hotel nearby, and has a plan for profit.

It's a tale of betrayal directed by Julien Duvivier, and with Gabin in the lead, it's watching both at the top of their forms. One of the strengths of Gabin is his ability to convince you he is what he's playing on screen. As the chef and owner of the restaurant, he's always busy, cooking, dealing with the staff, tending to his customers, catching fish for a fry-up outside his mother's inn. Others get their moments, like Aimé Clariond as an old rake who keeps bringing young actresses to the restaurant, like a character out of a Clouzot film. In fact, it looks like Duvivier is trying to out-Clouzot Clouzot, and he does a fine job of it.