Roger Ebert’s first Sun-Times film review — ‘Galia’
By Roger Ebert Sun-Times Film Critic April 4, 2013 6:38PM
Galia... Mireille Darc
Greg... Venantino Venantini
Nicole... Francoise Prevost
A Zenith-International release, directed by Georges Lautner, with sound track by the Swingle Singers. At the World Playhouse. Short Subject: “The Fatal Glass of Beer,” with W.C. Fields.
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Updated: April 4, 2013 9:26PM
The following is Roger Ebert’s review of “Galia,” the first film he reviewed for the Chicago Sun-Times. It appeared on April 18, 1967.
Georges Lautner’s “Galia” opens and closes with arty shots of the ocean, mother of us all, but in between it’s pretty clear that what is washing ashore is the French “New Wave.”
Ever since the memorable “Breathless” and “Jules and Jim,” and the less memorable “La Verite,” we have been treated to a parade of young French girls running gaily toward the camera in slow motion, their hair waving in the wind in just such a way that we know immediately they are liberated, carefree, jolly and doomed.
Poor Galia is another. Played by the passingly attractive Mireille Darc, she comes to Paris from the provinces, becomes a window dresser, joins a Bohemian crowd and lives, naturally, in a penthouse apartment on the Left Bank.
It might have been interesting to learn how Galia pays the rent on her salary but, alas, Lautner has a more significant plot for us. Galia rescues a would-be suicide from the Seine, takes her home and cares for her, and discovers that the hapless woman is unloved by her husband.
The gallant Galia volunteers to spy on the husband, and does so at an orgy, three dinner dates and a weekend in Venice. Lautner’s photography is splendid in some of the Venetian scenes, and Galia’s inevitable seduction there is handled with a certain amount of humor and grace.
But all good things have an end, and the last section of the film is given over to psychological hanky-panky a la Hitchcock.
The abandoned wife, declared legally dead, gives Galia an opportunity to push her back into the river. But Galia cannot, and the wife, in gratitude, murders her husband to save Galia from his beastliness. It all goes to show you.