Presented for the first time in a newly restored version remastered from the original 35mm negative, Alain Robbe-Grillet’s erotic, surreal classic is a precursor to David Lynch’s world of enigmatic characters and dreamlike encounters.
A man called Walter encounters a beautiful woman at a club then later finds her lying bound and bloodied in the road. He takes her to a nearby isolated villa where a sinister group of wealthy men in tuxedos are gathered and take a keen interest in the injured woman. The couple are given a room for the night where they are locked in. They make love but the following morning Walter wakes to find the woman gone, the villa a deserted ruin and blood on his neck. Did it happen, or was it a dream? Nothing is quite what it seems. –Second Sight
Alain Robbe-Grillet (French pronunciation: [alɛ̃ ʁɔb ɡʁiˈje]) (18 August 1922 – 18 February 2008), was a French writer and filmmaker. He was, along with Nathalie Sarraute, Michel Butor and Claude Simon, one of the figures most associated with the Nouveau Roman (new novel) trend. Alain Robbe-Grillet was elected a member of the Académie française on March 25, 2004, succeeding Maurice Rheims at seat No. 32. He was married to Catherine Robbe-Grillet (née Rstakian).
Alain Robbe-Grillet was born in Brest, (Finistère, France) to a family of engineers and scientists. He was trained as an agricultural engineer. During the years 1943 and 1944, Robbe-Grillet participated in compulsory labor in Nuremberg, where he worked as a machinist. The initial few months were seen by Robbe-Grillet as something of a holiday, since, in-between the very rudimentary training he was given to operate the machinery, he had free time to go to the theatre and the opera. In 1945, Robbe-Grillet completed his diploma… read more
Its parts are, at their best, dreamlike and menacing—the character of the gaunt and grinning detective, Walter's passage through the flooded hall, and the scene where the professor and doctor watch Walter's thoughts on a TV receiver all come to mind. (And the use of the Magritte painting feels exactly appropriate, if not completely satisfying.) Still trying to decide though what the various ingredients end up making.