The Last Adventure (1967)

Lack of good storyline.

A Disappointing Continuation

The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

It redefined my life, and the music is unbelievably beautiful.I first saw it when I was 8 or 9. It's incredibly good: story, cinematography, acting. It has it all.And no, they don't make films like this any more.After all these years, I cannot understand why oh why she didn't fall for Lino Ventura.And Laetitia's burial scene will haunt me till the day that I die.Don't rob yourself, watch this jewel of French cinematography.I've used its music theme for a ringtone for ages. Only once someone recognized it and almost cried.

I just saw this film in Paris, on TV, in French. Although my French is bad and I didn't understand the dialogue, I loved it. It was easy to understand the relationships between the characters and their love of life, until something happened to change it. It cheered me up when I was very tired. I would love to see it with subtitles - will British TV show it? Alain Delon was irresistible and his co-stars equally good. I am no lover of 1960s movies, but I admit that I haven't explored enough French movies from this period. This experience has encouraged me to see more, if I get the chance. It lacked the "naff" dated quality that some 60s films have - pure class all the way.

Perhaps one of the most lyrical adventure movies ever made. How can it be impossible to find it in DVD or even on video? It is a film to visit and revisit. Alain Delon in one of his most human performances, Lino Ventura at his very best and Joanna Shikmus (Mrs. Sidney Poitier) is unforgettable. Her burial at sea scene has stayed with me, always. This film is ripe for a revival. I'm sure that a modern international audience would embrace it and put it where it rightly belongs, as one of the best films of its kind.

A cult classic. My personal first of cult movies. I had friends who saw it over 30 times and I clearly remember its last screening in Hungary. Ignoring all fire regulations, the manager of the theatre let in everybody who showed up. I was standing in a crowd. Like all cult movies, it speaks the angst of its time. It does not really matter what it is about, what matters is how it feels. It is difficult for me to judge it now because it still touches me and I do not know how much of that is just the nostalgic longing for the angst of my youth. Neither do I know if it is possible for someone who did not live through the sixties to relate to it. Or if it can talk to American viewers. Cult movies can seldom be called cinematographic achievements; you will seldom find them in the books of film history, but if you want to understand the times they represent, nothing can replace them. This IS the movie of the sixties just as Easy Rider was the movie of the seventies.A definite must see.