Gray, blurred tones... Provincial, rural landscape ... A breeze is blowing leisurely, lightly touching the golden-haired head of a little boy squatting and immersed in his childish thoughts.... Everything is calm, happy and peaceful - this is the first scene, which does not introduce us to anything yet.
But here is the father of this boy who looks remotely like him. He has hurried, nervous movements and a very masculine charm. And to top it all off, an almost perfect family... An understanding, attentive wife, a cheerful boy, and a perfectly satisfying job - what more could he want? But the past.
She. She is criminally beautiful, feminine and with a complicated love past that excites men and makes women jealous. She has a family, too. A loving husband who is ready to forgive her absolutely everything, but unfortunately doesn't understand..... She has a silvery, ringing laugh and a relaxed smile. Yeah, she's probably happy. What more could she want? But the past...
And finally their first meeting after 8 years of passion, pain and self-destruction. That they knew each other before is evident only in their eyes, which look completely different. A lightning spark... Memories like a flood... A deliberately careless turn of the head and a friendly smile. All lies. Don't believe them, they're not finished yet.
This love story is not yet destined to play out its loud, grandiose end. Their passion is not destined to fade away at all, and love will not have time to turn into something else. And they continue to desire each other passionately, to torment, destroy, torment, and sometimes hate. Hotel room 18, a car, and later her house become their temporary love haven. She will still drive him to animal passion, but she herself will be indifferent... in a last attempt to escape.... Only after that they will change places: she will lie in an expensive clinic, being treated for nervous depression (and actually from fatal love, but what medication can help in this?!), and he, making last attempts to return to family life, pretending that they are just friends. But everything inevitably leads to the logical end. Their love can't have a happy ending ... they can not be together - too much pain and suffering, but they can not and without each other - even more painful and sad ... And then there is only one way out...
François Truffaut directed one of the best love tragedies ever made. He invited a young theater actress Fanny Ardant and the already popular Gerard Depardieu to tell about passionate, fatal, inevitable and unforgettable love, which is destined to experience not everyone. This picture is a masterpiece, where it is not clear who should be applauded: or a successful script, or the skill of the director, or the emotionality of the actors, or the cameramen - all very well. Truffaut will still return to the theme of fatal attraction and the vicissitudes of such love in his other films, but this one remains my favorite. After it I confessed my love for the director and Gérard Depardieu. It makes you want to love... not with the same ending, but with the same power...