The Inexplicable Existence of Smiley Faces and French Crime

Photography of a melancholic man in a trench coat staring blankly, dimly lit room, vintage French posters on the walls, black and white photograph

Dive into the bizarre world where smiles are rare and French films make less sense than my life choices. Jack Superblack reveals the peculiar ties between life, death, and French cinema.

Ever thought about the meaning of life? Me neither, until I watched a bunch of French crime films. Let me tell you, if you think your life is pointless, try making sense of a French plot! Alain Delon, a guy who probably forgot how smiles work, has this knack for looking cool while dressed to kill—literally. He’s in this film “Le Samouraï,” where he plays Jef Costello, a guy who lies in bed fully dressed. Talk about being prepared for anything... or maybe he was just too lazy to change?

Delon rarely cracks a smile, not in “Le Cercle Rouge,” where he’s a mastermind jewel thief, nor in “La Piscine,” where he's a boyfriend driven mad by jealousy. Maybe he was thinking about the inevitability of death? Sometimes, I stare at my ceiling pondering over the same gloomy thoughts. Yeah, chilling in full gear, contemplating the abyss of existence—classic Sunday afternoon, right?

Honestly, his movies are as comforting as the thought of dying alone—which, incidentally, will probably happen while watching a French film noir, trying to figure out why nobody ever looks happy. On the bright side, at least I’ll leave looking inexplicably stylish and mysteriously unhappy, a true homage to Delon’s film legacy. So, here’s a morbid toast to solo death viewings—may your end credits be as enigmatic as a Delon smirk!

Based on the original article "Alain Delon, Godfather of the Belted Trench".