Cidadão Klein

Paris art dealer in Vichy France (Alain Delon) who has a small but significant part in the heist of European works of art finds that he is under suspicion after he begins to investigate another man with his name who has a subscription to a government sanctioned Jewish newspaper. Of course, the police have the names and addresses of all the paper's readers, and are also busy organizing for the expulsion of the entire Jewish population of Paris, many of whom are forced to sell their cherished paintings for near nothing, which are then auctioned off to eager buyers. The auctions are formal affairs, dressed up to legitimize the robbery that took place. At the same time, Delon's curiosity about this other man with his name and appearance (Robert Klein) becomes an investigation for him to prove his own identity and roots. In the midst of it all is a brilliantly and subtly portrayed decay of society, especially in a memorably filmed anti-semitic cabaret scene, where German officers mingle with the French upper middle-class, laughing along to an incredibly insulting act.

Here with scarce votes and just two dozens reviews, I was jolted by so lowest numbers, Joseph Losey made a beguiling movie surround by mysterious events on Kafkaesque fingerprints all over, the picture takes place in a bleak time at occupied Paris by Nazi-forces in 1942 Mr. Klein (Alain Delon) a thoroughbred bon vivant art dealer who handle as black vulture devouring the distraught Jews that came to him to sell their pieces of art in order to escape to foreign parts, then came up the unexpected, Monsieur Klein now was mistaken by a Jew namesake, henceforth his easy life turns upside down, he tracks down his wrongdoer unflaggingly thru the Paris, receiving strange letter that seemingly goes to nowhere, on his chase an empty room at decaying neighborhood shall be the answer, there he finds some sizeable clues as photo and an odd sheet music, nonetheless the time is running out, the worry Mr. Klein with the police at his neck, he ought proves that his family's roots are France's purebred, rarest picture indeed, approaching the atrocious Holocaust and their havoc at Jewish community on Europe, while in sluggish pace, but never boring, plus letting the eager viewer mesmerized on the screen, the outcome is apotheotic and was enforced by personal reasons, worthwhile the two hours of pure magic!!

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First watch: 2021 / How many: 1 / Source: DVD / Rating: 9

a beautiful cold film. ice atmosphere. strange pieces. fragments from Kafka. labyrinth of a character, search of answer and a terrible end. a film like an experience and one of the most remarkable roles of Alain Delon. Mr. Klein is , in same measure, a film about certitudes, Shoach and solitude. about fear and importance of choices. about the Borges universe of appearances and strange answers. more than a good film, it is an useful one. because could be extraordinary translation of one of greatest tragedies of XX century. because it gives new dimension to the doubt. because it is a seductive image of an empty life who becomes profound different. and, sure, because it has a real good cast. see it !

Delon as the classic "individualist" who profiteers until finally the Brechtian idea of "first they came for 'x', you weren't concerned..." simply happened is a paranoiac, gloomy view of France during the war. A bit heavy-handed from the start, nevertheless is thrilling and keeps you wondering what is really happening till the end. Harder to follow than any Hitchcock or Christie, probably on purpose, as if to say: Life is not always so clear cut.

Lady Moreau and Francine Bergé could have had more "character development", while beautiful leggy Juliet Berto's long figure and erratic behaviour is all we can see from Bob's fiancé. Robert is cold, intelligent, self assured, able to answer like a French writer while his house is being requisitioned by the police. Lonsdale, from many Buñuel films, gives us the eerie feeling so necessary for this film to succeed. Jugnot and Aumont deliver in their smaller roles. Suzanne Flon, from "Un crime au paradis" among others, is convincing in her obfuscated part.

Gerry Fisher's cinematography and Egisto Macchi's score make this film stand apart, you've get the feeling of "really being there". In the grim and everyday aspects, not fictionalized for being palatable. mackjay from IMDb writes: "Klein's mixture of desperation and arrogance with so much conviction, it's easy to forget he is, after all, acting". C. Tashiro adds that the Nazi horrors are taken for granted, making them more real. Like J. L. Borges usually quipped: "There are no camels in the 1001 nights" meaning those involved don't notice what we, the viewers, probably would.

Franco Solinas's script conveys paranoia as faced by somebody who seems never to have suffered for anything, nor anybody for that matter.

Great film, but obviously, not "light viewing". Maybe a tad slow for nowadays's viewers.

Gripping!!

By far the most popular kind of film produced in 70s France was the policier, in which dogged detectives and po-faced policemen plodded through dour crime narratives after charismatic criminals. Generally reactionary, many featured Alain Delon, along with Jean-Paul Belmondo, France's biggest star.

MONSIEUR KLEIN is a very different Delon policier. Set in Occupied Paris, its police are Gestapo stooges doggedly and po-facedly seeking out phoney Frenchmen, with one of whom Klein, Catholic, collaborationist-befriending, art-dealing war-profiteer, seems to be confused, with inevitable consequences.

Losey's nausea-inducing camerawork, his use of ugly colour and shadows which literally swallows up the brightest of film-stars, the recreation of Nazi France, the playing with ideas of play, the combining of exciting thriller with Borges and Kafka, makes this one of the best films of the 70s.