Directed by Jean-Luc Godard in 1965 based on the 1962 novel "Obsession" by Lionel White, this French drama depicts a travelling crime spree from Paris to the Mediterranean Sea in the dead man's car.
It reminds me of the American movie---"Bonnie and Clyde".
It turns out an unrealistic yet distructive road movie with a nonsensical value.

🎥 The story turns out to be rather complex, which may confuse some viewers (⬇️), but it's fascinating and rewards close attention. Belmondo runs off with the babysitter. He's dumping his wife, she's getting away from the mob. I heard on the Internet that it might have been shot without a script.

Whenever I decide to take the time to view French cinema from the 1960s - I find that all of the ranting raves that I've heard about its apparent greatness gets completely lost on me.

And, with that said - 1965's "Pierrot Le Fou" (directed by Jean-Luc Godard) is a perfect example of finding myself being left absolutely bewildered that such a mundane picture as this is being lauded as a literal masterpiece.

Yes. I do fully realize that I cannot expect French cinema to be judged on equal ground with Hollywood movie-making. But, all the same - This picture's trite story-line had certainly left this bored viewer with the feeling of so much more to be desired.

"Pierrot Le Fou" is apparently considered to be a monumental triumph of 1960s cinema in the realm of the French "New Wave" movement.

Well - IMO - If this 1965 film had been a Hollywood production you can be damn-certain that it would've been totally panned outright and, yes, ignored for the rubbish that it is.

Flat, uninspiring, and absolutely trivial fluff - "Pierrot Le Fou" had "film school student project" written all over it.

And, finally - Speaking about actor, Jean-Paul Belmondo - He came across to me as being nothing but a real-life Elmer Fudd. He really did.

This is a very good example of a particular kind of French film making (right, there are a bunch of different ones). I loved it; you may not. The French loved Jerry Lewis; but not everyone felt the same way. This film has nothing to do with Jerry Lewis; unless crazy is the common denominator.

playful and serious; murder, love and betrayal; lots of cigarettes hanging out of Belmondo's pouty lips; brightly coloured dynamite.

A fairy tale. Anna Karina, she sings "Jamais je ne t'ai dit que je t'aimerai toujours ô mon amour".

A quarter of the way through this film it becomes clear that only about half of what is being said has been translated into captions. Half way through it's apparent that it doesn't matter a whit. Three quarters in you realize that your just watching because Belmondo & Karina are so dang cute and the French language is so very, very musical. If you make it to the end you've learned an important lesson about yourself. Don't ask me what that is, that's your problem.

il fait beau

Lovely colour, young Belmondo and Karina, the peak of French New Wave -- a classic!