Three films into the Robbe-Grillet retro, you can really see his method become clear: opaque alternative narratives that are nonetheless grounded by a protagonist's emotional POV. Is the second half a dream, a fiction, a fantasy, or a drug trip? Doesn't matter—the fact that we can't tell the difference is all we need to know. Either way, you get high, you come back down.
The emptiness of image as the emptiness of youth as the emptiness of art. Robbe-Grillet brings both - tricky and tacky. On stage: mondrian-on-acid; or arrabal-at-tiffany's. Beware of french cinema: it's damn shallow, but most certainly damn sexy. We experience these glorious sequences - but what for?
It's so sad when an artist loses his way. Start with the legendary 'Last Year at Marienbad' and end up with dreamy nudie flicks. Quelle déception! This was the turning point. Go see 'Trans-Europ Express' or 'L'homme qui ment'.
This is an artistic and erotic journey. Several repetitive stories in different scenes masterfully strung together - from a labyrinthine mirror-lined cafe, to an abandoned factory, and to another exotic place with amazing architectural domes. Just enjoy the visual experience, don't try to connect the dots. Exquisite to watch, quite sexy with a touch of soft S & M, and stunning cinematography.