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(1983) “If I was God, I would pardon the whole world.” The progress of a forged 500 franc note, at first casually passed off, but ultimately leading to the arrest of an innocent, bribery, firing, imprisonment, marriage breakup, and multiple murders. Loosely adapted from a Tolstoy story, this was octogenarian Bresson’s final work.

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"A MASTERPIECE! It returns to some of the themes of his earlier work—the notion of stolen grace from Pickpocket, the suppression of scenes in favor of a continuous flow of action from A Man Escaped—but there is also a new passion and electricity in Bresson's minimalist images; it nowhere feels like the work of an 80-year-old man... Working his sound track as assiduously as his visuals, Bresson once again makes us realize how little use most films make of the resources of the cinema."
– Dave Kehr, Chicago Reader

"MIND-BLOWING! Hits with the effect not so much reflecting a cleansing of the soul, but rather a ransacking."
– Eric Henderson, Slant Magazine

"Bresson captures the moral weight of small gestures in brisk, graphically precise images, and conveys the cosmic evil of daily life through one of the all-time great soundtracks, full of the rustle of bills and the clink of change, the click of a cash register and the snap of locks—these noises resound like the rattle of diabolical spirits, and the exchange of labor and goods for money comes off as original sin itself."
– Richard Brody, The New Yorker

"Filming with his usual tranquil, austere feeling for the miraculous, Bresson still manages to make most other film-makers appear hysterical over-reachers; at nearly 80, his power to renew our faith in cinema is as firm as one could wish for. Gold, pure."
– Geoff Andrew, Time Out (London)

"Bresson—who was eighty-two years old when the film came out, and clearly in no mood for mellowing—frames the acts of wickedness, both great and small, with a terrifying calm. Prepare to be haunted by his closeups of objects: a wallet, a ladle, a bowl of hot coffee, an axe. They might almost be guilty themselves."
– Anthony Lane, The New Yorker