A callow young curate dying of cancer (Claude Laydu, pictured) ponders his failures. Doesn't sound like a hit to me, either.
Reviewed by Chris Tookey
Proof yet again of Bresson's doom-laden genius. This is a film in which everything is going on inside its hero's head, yet all is made abundantly clear to the audience. Through Bresson's artistry, a picture which sounds as if it must be static and depressing turns into an experience which is both moving and life-affirming.
Claude Laydu had never acted before, but gives one of the great screen performances.