

Aqueronte72
16 mar 2025
Imre Fehér lies. There's no story. It's unimportant in any case. Just the occasional plot or plot—the breakdown of the sailing ship Csobogó, on which Lint and Harlequin are traveling, when it gets stuck with a Nazi bomb. What's valuable is the Nouvelle Vague aspect that intersperses jazz music with beauty. "Beautiful" means blue, the sunset in Tihany, the Balaton, and obviously 19-year-old Anikó Sáfár as God brought her into the world, tanning and flirting on the deck as they head for Piha, but the beautiful girl changes course because she wants to be in Tihany. She's a Harlequin to him, and because of the incident, they have to dock. When the show ends—I mean the ride in which Lint steers and she settles on the bow in one position and then another—the show also ends for the spectator. Because what follows is the storm, strong winds ripping through the sails and running them aground with an anchor. Lint dives, and they can't continue. They dock, and in that coastal town or village, they enter the bar where Lint is approached by the clerk, about 30 years old but with a teenage cleavage, But that's how it was, and afterward, it's even more pathetic to see Lint wandering through the bars and restaurants in the place looking for his Harlequin, whom he didn't find again until he first stumbled upon the house he lived in as a child, only he couldn't get in. His harlequin, in a state of extreme despair, took refuge from the fog and damp cold near the deck. The next day, he grew content with the guy, and after both of them were stunned, like everyone else in the coastal city, by the couple who tried to steal a boat, resulting in the woman drowning, they set off again, and perhaps the journey is over. We only hear the jazz, which Lint himself, like Belmondo speaking to the audience on the other side of the screen, wondered where that jazz music came from. But that night, it came from one of the halls he searched for his harlequin.
2016