I don't know any American film from this era as mesmerizingly gorgeous as this. But I do know American films from this era that tell great stories; this does not, my friends. The three stories, sadly, suck. But I will likely watch this again fork the visual artistry, and I recommend it to any serious lover of cinema. I never took Vadim seriously, but his piece, and young Jane Fonda's performance in it, are spectacular, if you don't mind the limpest ending in any film ever. The Malle is acceptable, with fabulous editing and a strong Bardot (Delon, kinda meh), but again, the story flops and flails. The Fellini and Stamp are masterful. But you want a tale? Don't look here. Even though the stories are allegedly based on the master tale teller, it sure ain't Poe.
Review of Spirits of the Dead
