A contemplative study of human nature that’s ultimately nihilistic. It’s a hopeless letter to the world that resistance is futile and no sense of belonging brings comfort over the needless struggle. A contradiction of people that are written guturally and with need to explain themselves. When the characters try to explain their actions, it’s innate and inexplicable rather than identifiable. And ultimately, the films thesis regarding the pointless endeavor of life is captured in the hypocrisy of Charles (Antoine Monnier) electing to be murdered rather than commit suicide. Even in death, Charles is a coward that can’t bear the responsibility of modern pursuits. Bresson’s visual essay tells the story of disillusionment among youth and the debilitating, diminishing workforce. It’s filled with shots of pristine places ruined by the presence of Charles. Off-angles with gorgeous wide-shots. Edited disjointedly to play into Bresson’s themes.
For a small minded psychological character study, Bresson takes a grandiose approach in the visuals and complexity of the characters dynamics. Fascinating film that hinges on the faith based approach of “the Devil, Probably,” a beautiful title that speaks volumes to the message.
Review: ☆☆☆☆ (87)
Verdict: weird Cinema
Weird Cinema 