Under the category of national guilt, subdivision of war and anti-Semitism, is another French entry, the prize-winning film "Mr. Klein." It's a strange film, because its conclusion, which is that no man is an island, etc., is apparent from the beginning to everyone except the hero, who never does get it.

Alain Delon, looking like an early Robert Taylor in an expensive but peculiar period wardrobe, is an Aryan in Nazi-occupied Paris who is mistaken for a Jew by the same name. The horror that it is not just Jews who are being carted off to death but the embodiment of pure French chic indicates that the makers of the film - who are not pure Frenchmen but the American Joseph Losey in his first foreign-language picture - may still have some problems with the psychological area they are exploring.

At any rate, the Aryan Mr. Klein pursues the Jewish one in the hope of clearing his ambiguous name, and thus develops an interest in his mistresses, his habits and his dog. But all the while K-1 is thus following K-2 right on to a Jewish fate on the cattle cars, he is still announcing, to whoever will listen, "This has nothing to do with me." Well, nobody said he had to be bright as well as beautiful.

Since looks count so much here, it might be noted that the film has an odd look to it. Delon as a 1940s fashion plate wears elegantly cut coats and never goes out without a hat, but apparently is unaware that even gentlemen wore hats, they also took them off when indoors having tea with ladies. Some of the other clothes adn sets are '40s, some earlier and some later.

Besides, the movie is in color, and everybody knows that war-occupied Paris was all black, white and gray.