| Jean-Paul Belmondo | ... | Michel Maudet | |
| Charles Vanel | ... | Dieudonné Ferchaux | |
| Michèle Mercier | ... | Lou | |
| Malvina Silberberg | ... | Lina | |
| Stefania Sandrelli | ... | Angie, Hitch-Hiker | |
| Barbara Sommers | ... | Lou's friend | |
| E.F. Medard | ... | Suska | |
| Todd Martin | ... | Jeff | |
| André Certes | ... | Émile Ferchaux | |
| Andrex | ... | M. Andrei | |
| Jerry Mengo | ... | Banker | |
| Delia Kent | ... | Prostitute | |
| Ginger Hall | |||
| Maurice Auzel | |||
| Andrès | ... | Le maître d'hotel | |
| Simone Darot | |||
| Pierre Leproux | ... | Un administrateur | |
| Jacques-François Zeller | ... | Un adminstrateur (as Zeller) | |
| Dominique Zardi | ... | Le speaker boxe | |
| Eddie Somers | |||
| Hugues Wanner | |||
| Paul Sorèze | (as Paul Sorrèze) | ||
| Charles Bayard |
Directed by | |||
| Jean-Pierre Melville | |||
Writing credits(in alphabetical order) | ||
| Jean-Pierre Melville | dialogue | |
| Jean-Pierre Melville | screenplay | |
| Georges Simenon | novel | |
Produced by | |||
| Charles Lumbroso | .... | producer | |
Original Music by | |||
| Georges Delerue | |||
Cinematography by | |||
| Henri Decaë | |||
Film Editing by | |||
| Monique Bonnot | |||
| Claude Durand | |||
Production Design by | |||
| Daniel Guéret | |||
Production Management | |||
| Jean Darvey | .... | production manager | |
| Paule Pastier | .... | unit manager | |
Second Unit Director or Assistant Director | |||
| Yves Boisset | .... | assistant director | |
| Georges Pellegrin | .... | assistant director | |
Art Department | |||
| Louis Charpeaux | .... | property master | |
| Jean-Jacques Fabre | .... | assistant decorator | |
| Georges Fontenelle | .... | set dresser | |
| Louis Seuret | .... | set dresser | |
Sound Department | |||
| Julien Coutelier | .... | sound engineer | |
| Jean Gaudelet | .... | sound | |
| Victor Revelli | .... | sound | |
Camera and Electrical Department | |||
| Alain Derobe | .... | assistant camera | |
| François Lauliac | .... | assistant camera | |
| Michael Shrayer | .... | camera operator | |
| Raymond Voinquel | .... | still photographer | |
Editorial Department | |||
| Anne Baronnet | .... | assistant editor | |
| Nicole Taroni | .... | assistant editor | |
Music Department | |||
| Albert Raisner | .... | musician: harmonica | |
Other crew | |||
| Antoinette Delarue | .... | production secretary | |
| Élisabeth Rappeneau | .... | script supervisor | |
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I must confess I was terribly excited at the prospect of Jean-Pierre Melville tackling the road movie. If a director was ever suitable for taking on his back the existential baggage usually associated with that particular sub-genre, that's old Jean-Pierre. But in the same time, nine out of ten times there's a reason why certain films of a director's ouevre receive all the plaudits while others tend to languish in obscurity. Simply put, Magnet of Doom is not among Melville's finest - probably not his worst either. It's just too awkward and clumsy to ever be truly successful from an artistic or technical standpoint and even though fans of the director will take pleasure in witnessing the early nurturing of those same ideas, themes and moods that would later transform into what became his signature style, Magnet of Doom lacks the singularity of purpose and stylistic confidence of something like Le Samourai.
Melville weaves the plots of two characters, an amateur boxer scraping to get by after his boxing career goes down the drain and the stalwart, rich businessman on the run from the law (presumably for someone's murder) who hires the first as his secretary and travel companion, into a road movie that takes us all the way from the petit bourgouisie cafes of France to Manhattan to the Deep South and bayous of New Orleans. If you can forgive the wooden delivery and stilted dialogue American non-actors are saddled with, the choppy editing, the occasionally clumsy and haphazard camera-work, there's quite a few things to appreciate. Melville's guerilla tactics as he samples New Orleans nightlife with a camera shooting from the open car of a moving vehicle, the documentary style of his footage of empty highway stretches, slick diners, smoky bars and neon motel signs, small parts of a puzzle that in clicking together form a different kind of Americana. One seen through the eyes of a European not necessarily fascinated with what he sees. If the boxer's fixation on Frank Sinatra, the son of Italian immigrants much like himself, symbolizes the mythic quality of the New World, a motley assortment of thieving hitchhikers, soldiers spouting racial slurs and opportunist, murderous bar owners reveals the seemy underbelly of the American Dream.
Behind the slow-burn atmosphere however, behind the minimalism of the plot, the sparse dialogue, the intimacy of the monologues, all typically Melvillesque ideas and themes that would later resurface in a more refined, surefooted form, there's not much of a story to speak of. Not only is the plot stretched pretty thin, not only does it suffer from one too many improbabilities (not plot holes necessarily but little distractions that accumulate in the course of time) but it's handled in a somewhat awkward manner. The gradual shift of power in the duo's relationship, as one learns to experience freedom and the other comes to term with solitude, is not enough to carry the dramatic weight of the plot and beyond that there's not much of anything. And if Belmondo's character redeems himself in the finale for being a conniving, self-serving scoundrel for most of the film, he has the show stole from right under his nose by by the great Charles Vanel (Les Diaboliques, Wages of Fear, To Catch a Thief) who gives another terrific performance.