Je t'aime, encore.

Is there a better way of escaping the California heat than by ducking into an air-conditioned art house (with stadium seating, thank you very much) and watching Jeanne Moreau walk that walk down a rain-soaked Champs Elysées at night, while a mournful Miles Davis original plays in the background?

I didn't think so.

Louis Malle's Elevator to the Gallows is coming to a theater near (most of) you. If you miss it, you got no one to blame but yourself, bebe.

Addendum 1: When I find out things like, oh, Louis Malle was only 24 when he made Elevator, it makes me want to crawl under my bed.

Addendum 2: Here's an anecdote from Vincent Malle, Louis's brother, about the above-mentioned scene:

Also the much talked-about scene of Jeanne walking down the Champs Elysées at night, with Henri Decae (the Director of Photography) in a wheelchair and electricians holding battery-activated lamps. Since it was Louis’s first film, the laboratory called the producer the next day saying it was completely black and had to be entirely reshot. Thank God they didn’t, and it remains one of the more significant minimalist night scenes ever. And other directors took notice: So you can shoot at night almost without lights!