What a lovely movie! What it is about it that makes one want to hold each film second as it passes by? I suppose the sense that Rivette is having enormous fun improvising this semiserious story about loss, biting the bullet (the provincial circus as a dying form; the ghostly Antoine has to move on), & connection. But all this sounds so ponderous, when the movie itself is as light as a feather and gorgeously shot.
What is it that makes Jacques Rivette's films such a delight? Wonder, form, humanity and humour.
Awkwardly stagy, frustratingly talky French drama about a chance encounter at a traveling circus. Often very tedious, but the final shot is a knock out.