The true story of a French resistance fighter who broke out of the notorious Montluc prison in Klaus Barbie's Lyon, where 7,000 men where executed during the German occupation. Bresson does this thing where he never shows any of the prison guards' faces or gives them names or any discernible personality or character. The film remains in tight focus on the main character's face and especially his hands. His captors are abstracted, their cruelty and oppression is never dramatized or given a face or name, we just hear the clink of their keys, the shuffle of their feet, a barked order to stop talking, and the staccato of machine gun fire as they execute another prisoner. The grinding routine and monotony of incarceration become a meditative koan. It's the nazis in this case, but it could be anything. This is one man's life but it could be anybody living deprived of freedom with their head on the butcher's block. A deeply spiritual film about enduring this life and maintaining some slim hope in the face of our inevitable death."The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit." - John 3:8














