Heartbreaking

What an absurd life is that of a French resistance fighter. You've lost a war without any preconceived notion of how to fight it; your own police force is at the bidding of the enemy, and you witness it as they put your friends in their concentration camps, formally meant for German troops; any dent you try to make into the German campaign is met with failure; and your allies don't see your movement as of any fathomable use. Heck, your existence is so devoid of logic, that when you're supposed to get executed by way of machine gun, your friends rescue you at the last second. Such absurdity in a man's life I find agonizing, and Melville illustrates it to perfection in Amy of Shadows.
By the end of the film, the futility - and, thus, irrationality - of the resistance's efforts come to fruition, when the best of them is killed by their own methods and their own hand. That scene gets me every time.