The frustrated life of atypical thieves

Isai 2022-11-09 20:19:02

Unlike Hollywood bandit films, "The Fugitive Bebe" has a pessimistic tone from the beginning. No wonder everyone is always associated with film noir.
Beibei is a far-flung character who is not very free and easy and has his own obvious flaws.
There is a view that he exposed the fragility of the male working-class alliance (think of the historical background at the time, the itinerary and dissolution of the French People’s Front) once a charming and charming woman appears, the alliance will quickly collapse and collapse.
So, think about Beibei's corrupt life. He can't forget the prosperity of Paris, indulge in love, and at the same time be melancholy and bored. This is both a tragedy of character and a tragedy of fate.
In the end, he watched his lover go away on the symbolic ship and committed suicide. He seemed to think that his fate should be so...
Think about it carefully, only when a movie is placed in a specific historical scene can it taste its true meaning. Come.

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Pépé le Moko quotes

  • Janvier: Pépé le Moko is still at large.

    Meunier: Algiers isn't Pigalle.

    Janvier: In Pigalle, he'd have been behind bars long ago.

  • Meunier: The Casbah is like a labyrinth. I'll show you. You can say Pépé's gone underground. From the air, the district known as the Casbah looks like a teeming anthill, a vast staircase where terraces descend stepwise to the sea. Between these steps are dark, winding streets like so many pitfalls. They intersect, overlap, twist in and out, to form a jumble of mazes. Some are narrow, others vaulted. Wherever you look, stairways climb steeply like ladders, or descend into dark, putrid chasms and slimy porticos, dank and lice-infested. Dark, overcrowded cafés. Silent, empty streets with odd names. A population of 40,000 in an area meant for 10,000. From all over the world. Many, descended from the barbarians, are honest traditionalists, but a mystery to us. Kabyles. Chinese. Gypsies. Stateless. Slavs. Maltese. Negroes. Sicilians. Spaniards. And girls of all nations, shapes and sizes. The tall. The fat. The short. The ageless. The shapeless. Chasms of fat no one would dare approach. The houses have inner courtyards, which are like ceilingless cells that echo like wells and interconnect by means of terraces above. They're the exclusive domain of native women. But Europeans are tolerated. They form a city apart, which, step by step, stretches down to the sea. Colorful, dynamic, multifaceted, boisterous, there's not one Casbah, but hundreds. Thousands. And this teeming maze is what Pépé calls home.