The main character is a bored house wife who does not even enjoy her affair with a Parisian polo player although she spends a lot of time with him, away from her family in the whereabouts of Dijon.
We are supposed to believe that she suddenly falls in love with a perfect stranger whom she barely spent a few hours with, along with her husband, her lover and her girlfriend. He seduces her at the end of an awful dinner with a few verses of poetry.
It merely takes a few minutes and they start professing their love for one another. He tells her that he wants a child from her and that he loves her daughter, that he has never met. And they run off together at dawn, not even bothering to hide their escape.
I get that it was meant to be erotic and romantic at the time but it has not aged well. Very few words are exchanged and the viewer understands that it is not a very stimulating life that she leads. It is probably why poetry works so well with her but it is impossible to imagine that this woman would abandon a priviledged life and her child for a man she has met a few hours ago.
We are supposed to believe that she suddenly falls in love with a perfect stranger whom she barely spent a few hours with, along with her husband, her lover and her girlfriend. He seduces her at the end of an awful dinner with a few verses of poetry.
It merely takes a few minutes and they start professing their love for one another. He tells her that he wants a child from her and that he loves her daughter, that he has never met. And they run off together at dawn, not even bothering to hide their escape.
I get that it was meant to be erotic and romantic at the time but it has not aged well. Very few words are exchanged and the viewer understands that it is not a very stimulating life that she leads. It is probably why poetry works so well with her but it is impossible to imagine that this woman would abandon a priviledged life and her child for a man she has met a few hours ago.