Un colpo da due miliardi

This is not only a film with a good jazz score, and neither is it the rubbish that it is made out to be. Roger Vadim made some very good films, and this is one of them. Caught between a French cinema despised by the Nouvelle Vague he inadvertently made the first footprint of the ' new ' cinema by making ' Et Dieu Crea La Femme ' with Brigitte Bardot. It made Bardot into an icon praised no less than by Simone Beauvoir, and the film by its free wheeling and outdoor settings was something very new in a mostly studio bound French cinema. After this excellent film ( to me anyway ) he made ' Sait-On Jamais ' turned of course into the more audience attractive title of ' When the Devil Drives ' and it was duly given an adults only certificate in the UK. I have no idea if the censors of the time got their scissors out as I have only seen it in French and I have a good DVD of it brought out by Rene Chateau, so the complaints that it was not brought out on DVD are not valid. Viewers should search more and not depend only on the English and Americans to find it. The filming is excellent and so is Francoise Arnoul, almost as equal to the French as Bardot. Set in Venice it is a fine thriller and has no pretentions to be other than that. The cartoon which starts the film before any credits was something the Nouvelle Vague should have envied, and the film is full of innovative scenes. I have no liking in the main for Robert Hossein's films, but as an actor he had presence and Christian Marquand equally made fine films. One thing I am sure of ; both the USA and UK should have brought out more of Vadim's films and taken him more seriously.

The film opens with a cartoon, as another reviewer has stated, and the camera pulls back to reveal a movie theater. One of the theater goers (the main character) leaves, and once outside, begins to cross a bridge in Venice, at which point, the music ("The Golden Striker") starts, with a compelling sense of drama. Unfortunately, that's about the only dramatic moment. The plot is trite and predictable, and the music carries the film. It seems not to be available on DVD, and no wonder: the MJQ's score is the only interesting thing, so you might just as well get the album, which, after 54 years, remains compelling. I still have the vinyl platter in its original cover, but am delighted to have downloaded it from Amazon.

I have been waiting to see this movie again for fifty years, and now I find that it was shown at MOMA in 2008. I was originally drawn to No Sun in Venice by the Modern Jazz Quartet's score, and the memory of the funeral scene on the Grand Canal as the black gondola's glided by with the procession to the MJQ piece entitled CORTEGE is a haunting one.

The music album is widely available on CD and DVD (though I am still playing the LP), but it goes so wonderfully with the gorgeous photography that it is a shame that the movie has never been released in the United States on VCR or DVD. Perhaps someone will discover and revive it as so many lesser movies of that era are so widely available.

'Sait-on jamais' (= French for 'one never knows') is a typical Vadim-film: a nice picturing supports the public mood of its times -- while containing a pretty meagre plot.

As the public mood of 1957 is beyond memory for most of us, the nice picturing of Venice at the times is all that's left to us. Unfortunately, that's not enough.

the barely adequate quality of 'Sait-on jamais' is also illustrated by the necessary support of Arnoul's nakedness. Daring to the standards of 1957.

All in all, 'Sait-on jamais' is a film you do not want to see twice.

I have always been a fan of MJQ and listened to their recording of the music for the film both on LP and CD. I was too young to see the film when it was shown in my native Sweden in the 50s, but it was covered on the radio and in the press. But I saw Odds against Tomorrow with a soundtrack by MJQ a few years later. Therefore, I did not hesitate to buy this French-produced DVD, even though it lacked subtitles. Unfortunately, I have to say that the music arrangement is so bad that the music is barely audible.

My French skills are not enough for me to be able to judge the plot of the film, so my low rating only applies to the deplorable soundtrack. It is an insult to four of jazz music's great innovative masters, John Lewis, Milt Jackson, Percy Heath and Connie Kay.