Patient, gorgeous, and brutal. I finally caught up with this French classic.
If it weren't for that last third, this would be rated much lower. For whatever reason, the climax got to me, however cheesily naive it may be. Perhaps it was sticking it to the fascist old white guys wanting to use all John Doe's for their personal and political gain. Though there is no real consequence other than not being able to control this movement for their nefarious purposes. Gary Cooper's 'awe-shucks' "Doe" is affecting in the final third, and…