An IFC friend and supporter asked me the other night why I’d never written anything about Oliver Assayas’ Summer Hours, and my pitiful answer was that I never saw it. It was highly respected and I should have made the effort — no excuse.
Judging by the slight plumpness, I’m guessing this was shot sometime around 1955 or ’56.
Monday, 4.5, 7:50 pm — 55th Street near 6th Avenue.
From a mid 1950s film that’s plagued by bad performances from everyone, from the stars to supporting players to screaming extras. There’s only one aspect that’s good, and revealing that would give the game away.
