mixed feelings after watching this love-classic It's very hard to understand why this movie is considered THE love story of the sixties. Of course it has great quality: the charm and the simplicity of the story, the true emotions and two great actors, who manage to keep their performances sober as well as intense. But the switching between black-and white and color images don't make sense, because they are randomly used. And then there's the music by Francis Lay that is way overrated and even gets a little bit annoying towards the end. The racing-images aren't that interesting and take too much time and some of the flashbacks are a bit ludicrous (especially the one of Aimee's former husband singing a Samba (?) song). But the strength of the script is still there and THAT really is the main quality of this film.