This is such a flimsy story, as slight as Le Genou de Claire but not as well acted. Patrick Bauchau has a splendid profile, Haydee Politoff's mouth is adorable and Daniel Pommereulle knows how to tense his lips for dramatic effect but the story is dead in the water.
A typical Rohmer protagonist is on holiday or somehow separated from his partner, and we are shown how he copes with temptation (Trintignant does so, splendidly, in Ma Nuit chez Maud). Who cares what happens to Bauchau's marriage here, when the actions of the characters are so uninvolving?
A typical Rohmer protagonist is on holiday or somehow separated from his partner, and we are shown how he copes with temptation (Trintignant does so, splendidly, in Ma Nuit chez Maud). Who cares what happens to Bauchau's marriage here, when the actions of the characters are so uninvolving?