I saw "Les Amants du Tage" (though I could have sworn it was then "Port Something") sometime in the mid-1950s at one of the fleabag theatres on West 42nd Street in NYC. It was the lesser half of a double-bill with "The Light Across the Street," which introduced Brigitte Bardot (to me, at least) and which in my recollection was notable for nothing else.
In the mid-1950s I wasn't yet conditioned to accept as a hero a guy who in his opening scene blows two people away. By his closing scene, though, I was rooting for him and his girl and hoping they would somehow win out over the implacable force of destiny.
Very gripping little movie, deserving to be seen.
In the mid-1950s I wasn't yet conditioned to accept as a hero a guy who in his opening scene blows two people away. By his closing scene, though, I was rooting for him and his girl and hoping they would somehow win out over the implacable force of destiny.
Very gripping little movie, deserving to be seen.