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Watch: Le Samouraï 1967 123movies, Full Movie Online – In Paris, Jef Costello is a lonely hit man who works under contract. He is hired to kill the owner of a club and becomes the prime suspect of the murder. However, his perfect alibi drops the accusation against him. His girlfriend Jane, her client and citizen above any suspicion Wiener and Valerie, the pianist of the club and main witness of the crime, provide the necessary evidence of his innocence supporting his alibi. Free, he is betrayed and chased by the gangsters sent by the one who hired him and also by the police, not convinced of his innocence. Jef seeks out who has hired him to revenge..
Plot: After carrying out a flawlessly planned hit, Jef Costello, a contract killer with samurai instincts, finds himself caught between a persistent police investigator and a ruthless employer, and not even his armor of fedora and trench coat can protect him.
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Amazing movie! Withstood the test of times. Was watching it with a great interest unlike many movies of this era. Delon is magnifique! Unexpected plot and ending, but the title should have prepared me for it.

Magnifique.

Le Samouraï, one of the most highly praised French films of the 1960s, and justifiably so. Having only just caught it for the first time, I’m not sure what more I can say about a film that has been discussed, dissected, praised and pored over for nearly five decades now.

Plot is simplicity, hit-man Jef Costello (Alain Delon) enacts a hit but he is witnessed fleeing the scene and spends the rest of the film trying to make sure his alibi holds up. His employers want him erased so as to avoid detection themselves, the head detective on the case knows Jef did it but can’t quite close the noose around his neck, and Jef is mysteriously drawn to a sultry piano player who happens to be the chief witness against him!

Sparse of dialogue, this is a masterstroke decision by director Jean-Pierre Melville, because what chat there is makes us hang on every word being spoken. It also re-enforces the loneliness essence of the hit-man’s life. Jef’s apartment is so bland and devoid of personality, the only thing of beauty there is a bird in a cage, the metaphor of such is hard to ignore. Jef himself is beautiful, he also is perpetually in an emotionally frozen cage.

Attired in trenchcoat and fedora hat (or is it a trilby?), it’s obvious that Delon and Melville are homaging with great respect the American film noir classic cycle. It’s also quite amazing that although the film is technically filmed in colour, it still feels like one of those black and white noirs of the 40s and 50s. There’s a coldness to Henri Decaë’s (Ascenseur pour l’échafaud/Elevator to the Gallows) photography that so befits the story, the interiors are stripped of life, the exteriors almost always gloomy. And with the brilliant Delon as cool as an Eskimo’s wedding tackle, icy veneers are all the rage here.

Hugely influential, Le Samouraï deserves every plaudit that has come its way. Best thing about it is that it actually gets better on a repeat viewing, because the surreal edge disappears the next time and in its place is an awareness of what the director is doing, and with that comes an appreciation of great film noir film making. Hell! Even the finale is pure noir of heart. 9/10

An Iconically Silky French Cocktail
Alain Delon has had it. It’s 1967, he’s sitting on the hot seat of France’s famed movie series, Monsieur Cinéma, and he’s promoting Le Samouraï. “We have the great pleasure of welcoming Alain Delon to our show,” the host says, looking in his guest’s direction. “Alain Delon is in the spotlight because ‘Le Samouraï’ is opening this week.” But the ambiance doesn’t feel like a respected Inside the Actors Studio precursor; it feels more like a talk show, and Delon isn’t in a good mood. He’s been better known for his looks than his talents for his entire career. He’s proud of the work he has done in acclaimed works like Purple Noon and The Leopard, but he finds himself taken less seriously than he’d like to be simply because he resembles a suave Dolce & Gabbana model. The Male Bardot, they call him.

But he’s 32. He doesn’t want to be labeled as a pretty boy who somehow gets enviable parts any longer. So instead of saying thank you to his host’s polite but slightly condescending introduction, he elaborates on the date of the film’s opening. “It’s this Wednesday,” he smirks. Aware of his guest’s snarky mood, the host tries to pick himself back up. “The posters are all over Paris, and they’re very striking. ‘Le Samouraï’, in big, black letters.”

“Red,” Delon interrupts before his interviewer can even say “letters.” He’s seen it all before: the host who actually knows nothing about the film but pretends to love it, the host who puts on a grin in order to appease disinterested viewers. Maybe he would have let this fly in the past, but Le Samouraï is far too important to him. He believes it to be a turning point in his undermined career. This isn’t just some fluffy movie audiences hear about on a television program like it’s Dean Martin’s newest vehicle; this is “a work of art,” he puts it. “A true auteur film in every aspect.”

He goes on to discuss the ins-and-outs of the film with the watchful eye of an obsessed movie buff, and it’s unlike anything we’ve seen Delon do before, personally or professionally. He’s always been the confident kid that whisks by with a hint of danger, an exotic woman by his side. This image, along with the entire introduction of this review, may or may not be dramatized speculation on my part, but when I picture Delon, I picture him as the guy from L’Eclisse, fiendishly charismatic but in a tug-of-war between boyhood and the idea of an adulthood in which being taken seriously is everything.

Jean-Pierre Melville uses Delon in a way most directors would be afraid to attempt. Before, Delon’s charm was his selling point, but in Le Samouraï, his allure is snatched from him. Melville takes away any ounce of precious dialogue in favor of a more nuanced approach, forcing Delon to embody a particularly cryptic character mostly through body language. In the past, actors in gangster films have been able to mangle the script and somehow spike their delivery to sound more menacing than usual. But Delon has to do something even harder, having to exude invincibility all the while keeping an icy exterior. People turn towards scenery-chewing performances when thinking about characterizations that “moved” them; in contrast Delon has done something masterful with subtlety, undoubtedly more impressive than the booming Shakespearian actors that began to creep out during the 1960s.

We see Costello go through his daily rituals, putting on his trench coat and fedora with strange precision, keying a car to get some extra loot, later pulling a job at a nightclub. Throughout the film, he doesn’t show the slightest smidgen of a feeling. Is he numb? In denial? Truthfully, it doesn’t matter. Though the storyline sees his normally smooth routine being interrupted by an investigation, he doesn’t seem worried about the government closing in on his every move. He is so far into a life of crime that dying for his cause doesn’t seem all that bad.

This is probably why the film is called Le Samouraï, as the samurais in all those Asian epics were more than willing to lose their lives in order to appease their reputations and their peers. Unlike Melville’s earlier projects, Le Samouraï doesn’t have the same blatant criminal romanticism. It’s slick and crystalline, yes, but every frame carries enough tension to suggest that Dolph Lundgren might come out of the shadows and Machine Gun Kelly everyone to death. A tragic ending is a given. Silence is cherished in the film; along with Delon’s moodless characterization, the facsimile of scenic solitude is furthered. The greyed-out style, Melville’s intricate direction, and, of course, Delon’s performance, work together with astonishing virtuosity.

The only complaint I ever find myself having with Melville films is how untouchable they are. They feel miles apart from us, detached, so stylish that we grow to be more appreciative than adoring. But there is no denying how great a filmmaker Melville is. “He’s the greatest director I’ve had the good fortune, pleasure, and honor to work with up to this point,” Delon dryly gushes later on in the Monsieur Cinéma interview. It sounds dramatic, but sometimes, melodrama can be true. Melville is not just a guy with a dream; he’s a visionary, a poet of style.

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May be my favorite Melville film with a style that has inspired some, but is hard to match
Jean-Pierre Melville took the idea of the lone gunman (perhaps more akin to the western genre than the crime genre), and created a film with star Alain Delon as a ultra-calm, smooth-operating contract killer Jeff Costello in Paris, who may be at least a little insane. The result is a blend of stylistic and thematic excellence, a suspense film where sometimes that aspect has to take a backseat to the psychological drama of the killer, and the side-story of the police procedural (headed by ‘Superintendant’ played by Francois Perier). The film carries very little dialog with a couple of exceptions, which gives Melville a chance to perfect his storytelling technique. Deleon, as well, was a very fit choice for the role of Costello. It’s actually fascinating that Melville made this character, mostly a night owl with a look that’s usually cold and hard boiled like some neo-hood from the 30’s, the protagonist.

There’s also the look of the film, provided in part by Henri Decae, who would later lens Melville’s epic Le Cercle Rouge. In the opening shot, were given the feeling of distortion on Costello’s uniquely blank one-room apartment. Is this to bring us inside of Costello’s frayed consciousness, or is it just one of those style moves done by directors in the 60’s? I might go for the psychological part, but what I noticed about Le Samourai, adding to the appeal of it, was the theme of Costello’s mind-set is put forth subtlety. This is a pro put into tight circumstances (getting heat from his employers as well as the police), so who is there for him to go to? Just an on & off again girlfriend (Nathalie Delon), a little bird in his apartment, and a witness to one of his contracts (the late Cathy Rosier, in a performance of some note despite the one-sidedness of her part). When the action comes, it’s not as bloody as in the films it later inspired (most obvious of which are John Woo’s The Killer and Jim Jarmusch’s Ghost Dog), yet that too just adds on to the emotions provoked by the settings and the mis-en-scene.

So, would I recommend Le Samourai to fans of crime films? Well, it may not to those who sole obsession are the crime films that pack all the high octane juice and gore, such as in a John Woo or Hong-Kong action film, or to the Tarantino fans that may not appreciate the patience Melville has (the deliberate pace and silences) as opposed to laughs and ultra-violence. I’d guess that Le Samourai is most successful, and why it is one of the best films I will ever see, because it is heavy on the nuance and detail, doesn’t skimp on keeping the genre characters believable, and leaves the gun-play as true surprises even on repeat viewings (however, this is the kind of film to be watched maybe once every year or once ever few years, so that it keeps fresh when seen again).

Aside from delivering the goods in terms of the story and as a drama, for the audience it seeks out it’s highly absorbing and an example of subtlety in cinematic grammar. It’s not a crime or police movie for the mainstream (and I’m sure some will seek this out from the under-ground buzz, start watching and say, “oh man, this stuff’s in subtitles? I can’t bear to watch”). Really, it’s appeal will hold more to fans of the french new-wave, which Melville set off with Bob le Flambeur, film-geeks, and for those looking for a dosage of atmosphere and cool bravura directors can’t seem to latch onto in recent times. For me, it is one of the truly sublime time-capsule of what the gangster/noir genre/mood can produce.

Other Information:

Original Language fr
Runtime 1 hr 45 min (105 min), 1 hr 41 min (101 min) (USA)
Budget 0
Revenue 39481
Status Released
Rated GP
Genre Crime, Drama
Director Jean-Pierre Melville
Writer Joan McLeod, Jean-Pierre Melville, Georges Pellegrin
Actors Alain Delon, François Périer, Nathalie Delon
Country France, Italy
Awards 1 win & 3 nominations
Production Company N/A
Website N/A

Technical Information:

Sound Mix Mono
Aspect Ratio 1.85 : 1
Camera N/A
Laboratory Laboratoires Franay Tirages Cinematographiques (LTC), Paris, France
Film Length N/A
Negative Format 35 mm
Cinematographic Process Spherical
Printed Film Format 35 mm