Love, deceit, money... " Etreta is a small town in Normandy. Some people come here for the holidays. Others live here. I was born here," - at the very beginning of the film Galya tells about himself.
But now she's Parisian. And if she had stayed in Etretat, she would have worked day and night like a cursed woman to feed herself. And in Paris, she has everything. There's money...
I like the films of Georges Lautner. And "Death of a Scoundrel," and "Professional," and "There Once Was a Policeman," and "Ice Breast." There is always style in Lautner’s work. This is an amazing camera work, and music. Gala is no exception. The flickering Parisian advertisements of the night city, the cliffs of Etreta, the gradiently running waves of the Atlantic under the “baroque” of Johann Sebastian Bach ...
The smoothly unfolding plot gradually develops into a tough intrigue... Love insidiousness, of course, again money - everything is intertwined here. And, it would seem, there is no way out of this labyrinth anymore.
It's a beautiful movie. He'll soon be half a century old. It looks very modern...
9 out of 10