One of my favourite filmmakers. Adapting one of my favourite novels. And exiting stage left. For good. A real goddamn thing, is this thing. Żuławski has an "approach," but his movies diverge from one another. This one absolutely asserts itself as something w/ a totally unique tone. I know of nothing that works in quite this register. Shades of 80s Godard. Żuławski would not like to hear that. But: huge compliment.
A madcap French farce Zulawaski style. Dialogue-wise it's very reminiscent of L'amour braque, it demands multiple viewings in order to grasp most of it. Whether there is any reward in that is entirely up to the viewer. Side note: Though I haven't seen all of Zulawaski's films, there is noticeably less of a Polish sensibility than his other films
This film doesn't try to be watchable, almost to the extent that it doesn't even try to be a film. It's easy to say that it doesn't work - in many ways it doesn't. But its insistence on its own logic (or lack of same) and on no cheap satisfaction of love or a murder mystery solved kind of saves it, and then maybe the tangled sense of it all entangles your senses and starts to make sense if you don't get untangled.