Nice effects though.

Far from Perfect, Far from Terrible

A film with more than the usual spoiler issues. Talking about it in any detail feels akin to handing you a gift-wrapped present and saying, "I hope you like it -- It's a thriller about a diabolical secret experiment."

The movie really just wants to entertain people.

Seeing back this old movie from my youth - which was in the sixties one of my father's favourites - is a still a delight.Alexandre le bienheureux is based upon one 'lesson of life': enjoy every minute of your life, and don't let you force to do anything you don't want to do. Not everyone can accept this kind of 'freedom' - and also in the plot, Alexandre is causing to split his village in two parties: one fully fighting his principles, and the other party, fully accepting his new lifestyle, and imitating him in his escapades. Of course, this is a typical French movie of a far away era - but it was able to retain its original, surprising spirit and quality - as well in the scenario and humor, the 'mise en scene', the excellent acting of Philippe Noiret, the sharp dialogs. I admit, it has not the 'fast track' of the present movies, it's surely not the latest 007, but on the other hand, it still has a very gentle and warm way of picturing the French land-life, still to be encountered in some magical, rural corners of France.

This is one of the best statements I ever heard on the fallacy of the work and matriarchy: funny, intelligent, amused, sagacious. It shows as the rude force it's nothing compares to the ambush of the woman. Only the intervention of something simple and very primitive ( a little dog ) can break the secular slavery the one that is submitted the masculine species. The obedience to the woman and the undercover values (Who works is noble, God helps the hard workers, the buzzer and the ant, etc.) they overwhelm the happy life of the "big man", until the destination, taking pity of it, decides to give an aid to it. The fear of a subversion of the public order seems to have been the causer of the no propaganda the respect of this masterpiece. The field of sunflowers, in the end, suggests the return to the paradise and the conquest, finally, of the happiness.

I have been searching for this film -- in any format -- for years. I saw it twice in two days in the late sixties at a small museum theater that showed mostly foreign and art films. And although it is, admittedly, a slight film and probably no one's idea of a great cinematic masterpiece, it has more charm than 99 out of 100 Hollywood comedies. It may be that the anarchic feeling of the film dovetailed so well with our own rebelliousness of that era. Maybe it was the dog. I imagine running it on a double bill with Marcel Pagnol's "The Baker's Wife" -- now THAT would be something!I have scoured the websites and catalogs of lots of distributors looking for some evidence that "Alexandre" is out there somewhere, aspiring to a new life on DVD (or even VHS!), but to no avail. Let's hope this charming gem of a comedy is not lost forever -- THAT would be a tragedy!

A fable, a parable, an examination of the human condition, and a must see for anyone thinking of getting married. Certainly one of the strongest declarations on record of just why we love our dogs. There is always something rumpled about Noiret, a bit of a sad sack who somehow manages to wrest dignity from abuse or meager circumstance. Alexandre isn't his best film, or probably anybody's best film, but who can ignore this simple man who takes to bed, not in anguish over his loss, but in quiet enjoyment of what he has found through loss to the distress of his neighbors? Alexandre is a delicious comment on the benefits of breaking with convention and taking one's own road.It's now many years after I wrote the review above. I didn't remember having written it, but now that I read it, I know I did. My opinion hasn't changed. I'd gladly give $100 to have a good copy, but it seems to be unavailable. If you're reading this, I've got two more to add, if you can find them: Giuseppe Tornatore's "A Pure Formality" starring Gerard Depardieu and Roman Polanski, simply one of the most mesmerizing movies I've ever seen; and "Le Cadeau" ("The Gift"), of which I can find no trace, about a bank clerk or accountant with a shrewish wife who takes off for Venice with a gift some co-workers gave him--a singularly beautiful prostitute. He comes back a changed man with a restored relationship with his wife. A great movie. Why are these so hard to track down?