L'Homme pressé

Very strange film for Delon but where he is absolutely convincing in this never satisfied character role, a man running about himself or something which he can never reach. A never satisfied art dealer, collector, a man who literally hurts the people aroud him who love and support him. A man unable to really love what or whom he gets, because he is always in the hurry to get something or someone else that or whom he will forget just after. It may be dizzy to watch, you may feel uncomfortable for those people. Not a susual role for Alain Delon but, I repeat, more than convincing.

L' homme pressé is a highly original movie based on a book that was written in the 1940s. The director uses the story of a constantly anxious antiques collector in order to make a comment on the limits of uncontrolled passion, if there are any, and, more generally, on the pressure we get every day from living in a material world. The main character, played excellently by Alain Delon, is a man driven by his passion for antiques; his personality is described thoroughly throughout the film, bit by bit, revealing little information about the collector's inner thoughts at a time, and, although it seems that some of his motives are not fully explained, the director succeeds in transmitting the feeling of stress that overtakes him.

L' homme pressé is an unusual, quick-paced movie that is definitely worth watching. Beautiful music, too.

8

We are introduced to Pierre, the Delon character, a man who lives in a state of constant agitation. I get the point, but Delon's acting is weird to say the least. He seems unfocussed, frantic and manic rather than hurried. In today's world he would be treated with Xanax.

The meeting with Edwige, the Mireille Darc character, is the epitome of the silly. I am not concerned with the lack of politically correct, but basically Delon tells her that he will call her by her name when she gives him a price, meaning that he calls by their name only prostitutes...

Edwige is the heir of a house sold by her father on his deathbed, therefore not a prostitute but addressed as such. Darc did not struck me as a good actress. In this film she acts with her dreadful haircut and mostly stares at Delon, waiting to blurt out her silly lines. She should be antagonistic but she just cannot pull it off.

In the French drama "The Hurried Man" Alain Delon plays... a man in a hurry. Id est, a different side of his usual persona. With his characteristic subdued, dark and mysterious way, he played remarkable roles in Rocco, L'Eclisse, Le Samourai, The Leopard. He mostly used to portra chilly, calculating characters, a default type that goes overboard here. Delon runs from one place to another, always hot, restless and impulsive. He doesn't think very far ahead as an art dealer. The film balances itself between black humor and drama. In the beginning his haste and collecting obsession are funny. After a while it becomes problematic. The dramatic aspect gets the upper hand, at some point the spectator's sympathy for him diminishes. This story was certainly in the right place. The role was certainly unusual for the male sex symbol of the 1960s. Edouard Molinaro, even though he had directed Brigitte Bardot in such an idiocy as A Delightful Idiot, was certainly (otherwise) competent to the point.

The film is based on a wonderful novel written by Paul Morand in 1940-1941 (not in in the 30's as mentionned in the other comment).