A leaden allegory, with the breakdown of an aging couple’s marriage standing in for the Decline and Fall of Western Civilization. Pierre Granier-Deferre’s 1974 film, based on a Georges Simenon novel, plays like an anthology of dated New Wave gimmickry. No one in this film can move an inch without doing something terribly symbolic. Is the cat (loved by the husband, assassinated by the wife) the Child They Never Had? Or is it Love in the Modern World? Or is it, perhaps, Christ Himself, Buddy? The answer to all these questions is yes, and more. At best, Le chat is a dreary footnote to the careers of Jean Gabin and Simone Signoret, forgettable if not forgivable.