People are voting emotionally.

Let's be realistic.

There's a more than satisfactory amount of boom-boom in the movie's trim running time.

It's easily one of the freshest, sharpest and most enjoyable films of this year.

I travelled to the IFC Centre in New York just to see this one, as the full version is a favourite of mine, but I have never seen the short(er) version, and couldn't miss this opportunity.Jacques Rivette's re interpretation of his own thirteen hours long, Out 1, changing the sequence of events, omitting much of the humour, bringing its loose plot threads into a (slightly) more tight (alternative) form, losing the episode breaks, also losing some of its cinema verite/ documentary feel, and focusing more on Michael Lonsdale's character, making him more dominant than before. Also featured are a couple of scenes omitted from the thirteen hours long cut, as these intensely creative characters search for sinister meaning in coincidences​, in post May 1968 Paris (which, as with the longer cut, the city, in and of itself, becomes a character in the plot). I highly recommend both the original thirteen hours long version, as well as this less long, four and a half hours long cut, especially if you have the opportunity to see it in a cinema.

Out One:Noli me tangere was always too long to get any type of commercial screening so it was edited down to this four hour version,not short by any means unless it is compared to the sprawling original.But this is not just a condensed version,it is rather a reorganisation,out of which another film emerges,clarifying certain points while obscuring others,shining a light on some characters while pointedly neglecting others.While the long version takes several hours for the narrative to spring into life with the passing of the message to Colin/Jean-Pierre Léaud,here this pivotal event takes place within the first thirty minutes,and so the conspiracy begins.Now all of Rivette's favourite themes (the theatre,conspiracy,paranoia,all set in a Paris far from the usual tourist haunts) which were crystallised in his first film,"Paris nous apparteint" come into play.The very long and gruelling theatre rehearsals are necessarily curtailed and various sets of characters are introduced who are usually kept apart from each other but at various junctures like pawns on a diabolical chessboard they can suddenly interact.The literary influences are,clearly,Balzac's "Histoire de treize" and Lewis Carroll although the presence of Borges,a favourite author of Rivette,with his stories of conspiracy and parallel worlds,is also apparent.The end too is much more satisfactory,infinitely more spine-tingling than that of the long version.And when it is over we want nothing more than to relive the whole maddening experience again.

This four-hour journey begins with a strong sense of place, in the heady Paris of the 70s. Two theatrical groups are rehearsing classical plays by Aeschylus, turning them inside out, exploring how bodies can accommodate text to manifest new forms, sounds, synthesis (as in Grotowski, Brook, Living Theater). Add two outsiders: a young man (Jean-Pierre Leaud) canvassing sidewalk cafés with his harmonica, playing a deaf-mute role to increase sympathetic handouts; a young woman duping foolish men out of cash (Juliet Berto, her hilarious, endlessly mugging face, captured for all time yet again). He gets mysterious notes with texts (excerpts from Balzac and Lewis Carroll) that apparently allude to a gang of "Thirteen" operating secretly in Paris, or: perhaps not... She rips off a cache of letters on the sly and reading them at home discovers -- conspiratorial activity? The two theatre groups each have a director and five actors: six plus six equals twelve. Is modest Pauline (Bulle Ogier), who runs a boutique which is an intersection for clandestine encounters, a possible "thirteen"?A great magician, Jacques Rivette has created a masterwork (just before Celine and Julie Go Boating). His protocol here: the performers were given the basics of each scene, then had to improvise their way through. The resulting film is a dazzling process-oriented experience: a sheer delight as one becomes more intrigued, not only with what is created by the performers, but in the way it arises: one moment all surface, then shadows of meaning, or glimpses of motivation, then recurring withdrawals into the safety of silence. There appears the mere intention of conspiracy just in the mode of interactions alone, yet which are all beautifully and deliberately underplayed, enough to keep us off-balance. Secrets, conspiracy, paranoia, messages in code, missing (unseen) characters, the "Thirteen" -- just how much is true? Exploring this process of spontaneous creation, especially in the interaction of so many individuals, creates cross-currents which flow through and envelop the viewer, irresistible and challenging. Even in different combinations -- of two, three or more characters at once -- there are charges sent through the scenes, which take their course and dissipate, sometimes leaving us feeling nearer to some degree of truth, at least momentarily. These depths of improvisation evoke a tenet found in shamanistic practice: that effectiveness is the measure of truth. But if so, then whom do we trust? Any of these characters? Some? Surely not Rivette, a conjurer of illusions?Eventually in the second half, the m.o. of Rivette and Co. gradually becomes luminous. For example, in a scene near the Seine: as the wonderful Michel Lonsdale speaks with a possible conspirator, his discourse of artifice and invention almost clouds with evasion, is almost a coded language. He gradually (perhaps even unwittingly) reveals in his speech, a searching creative finesse, stretching the imagination and attention through pause... after pause... until even one sentence is finally accomplished. A profound insight arises: when using words, even with utmost caution and selectivity, we may find out what is in our control but, more strikingly, also what is beyond it... While we still don't know how far we can trust him, the calibre of this high wire act, which everyone has to manage throughout, reveals a brilliant transparency at work, which is le grand manouevre of Out One: Spectre in general.These dangerous games of hide-and-seek truly take a game cast, and it's here in spades: Leaud, Ogier, Berto, Lonsdale, along with Bernadette Lafont, Francoise Fabian, Michele Moretti, Jean-Francois Stevenin and the rest are all up to their necks, some even over their heads... Who else but Rivette can display this mystery of creation unfolding, maintain its delicate balances for four enthralling hours, then return us to a sense of place which is completely emptied of everything -- so that we can go home, released and refreshed... even while the enigma remains intact.