Le professeur

Weak plot, extra weak script and you could see what was next on the agenda from miles away.

The teacher walked around like a PI with his overcoat lapel up even while indoors. Too weak and totally outlandish and straight out the gate the script had him focused on the one girl.

It seems that these producers will find any bit of written garbage if it allows them to have young women get naked for the weakest of reasons.

Even when there is zero chemistry between the two actors. The only bright spot in this softcore porn is that the teacher dies and not soon enough.

I gave it 8 stars, subtracted 6 stars for the predictability of the movie and added 1 star for the death of the POS teacher.

As someone unfortunate to have sit through the two and a half hours of the original version, I cannot advise this movie to anyone.

The plot suffers from bad slow placing, the story goes nowhere, and there is so much so messed up that made all my friends uncomfortable as they watched the movie. The cast is okay, but the writing is a solid turd.

You have better out there.

I was forced to settle for an unbelievably awful home brew English subtitle pirated copy so my take away is more of an emotional impression than a deep understanding. Apparently Delon hated working with this director and it didn't click enough with audiences to ever get a proper international dvd release. Boo! That being said, the solemn, hopeless beauty of the outsider leads and their star crossed romance screams of untold potential. I just wish I had a better idea of what was going on than just an outline of depressed, lonely teacher + disillusioned young student + gambling problem + Italian mafia = tragedy. Seriously, the only available English subtitling is so bad that it was like reading the cliff notes of a mad man who is incapable of complete sentences.

Valerio Zurlini is not a household name but he is a director I love, Here he has the great Enrico Medioli as his writing partner and Alain Delon as his leading man. Cold, arid, fascinating tale. From Delon's substitute professor to Sonia Petrova's beautiful student nobody ever smiles, or very rarely. The wonderful Giancarlo Giannini is the one that brings the color and the joy and Alida Valli provide us with one hell of a scene. Rimini is also a character, a cold Rimini, out of business and an air of Fellini's I Vitelloni in the air. Very rewarding in its desolation.

I'm starting to gain more appreciation for Alain Delon after seeing some more of his 1970s work, because he's an actor who proved himself willing to take on more challenging and unexpected roles as he got a little older. I don't think age affected his looks too much (he's almost 40 here, and kind of made to look a little rough/disheveled, but is still typically dashing), but his roles earlier did sometimes feel a bit heart-throbby, admittedly still broken up by films like Le Samourai.

He's really good in Indian Summer, and the rest of the movie is pretty good as well. It's slow but effectively melancholic; not a fun film, but it works well as a character study.