Marguerite no contaba con que le robaran el bolso al salir de la tienda. Y menos aún con que el ladrón tirara lo que había dentro en un aparcamiento. En cuanto a Georges, de haberlo sabido, no se habria agachado a recogerlo.

Like his early collaborator Chris Marker, the films of Resnais seem perennially young. This giddy, late-career whimsy is an unclassifiable shapeshifter from one of cinema’s greatest inventors. A penetrating look at desire, death, and unrequited love that looks at what grows between the cracks.