What begins as a French cinephile’s almost obsessive tribute to Alfred
Hitchcock becomes progressively weirder, wittier and more Continental in
François Truffaut’s 1968 “The Bride Wore Black,”
which begins a New York run this week and will then play in many other
cities. Truffaut is sometimes viewed as a relative lightweight among the
company of big-name ’60s and ’70s European directors, and there’s no
doubt his work is uneven. But I find myself appreciating his
double-edged, seductive films more and more on repeat viewings. With its
summery, More Read
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