Robbe-Grillet made an introspection trough his own cinema by returning in Orientalism which is essential to his work. He highlights his artistic leitmotiv, showing the phantasm of reality through eros & thanatos. When Art & Hypnos become a Kairos where reality fade into its virtuality.
I had way more fun with this than I thought I would, and I normally like Robbe-Grillet. It took a little while to adjust to the acting style, which isn't nearly as somnolent as I was expecting. Robbe-Grillet gives just enough graspable narrative tethering to make all the mindfuckery resonate. Plus it's pretty droll, as sadomasochistic softcore films by revered modernist authors go.
It’s fitting that this was Robbe-Grillet’s last film in how it implodes and collapses like a dying star on both his own oeuvre and those of others preoccupied with Jensen, Traumwerk. oneiromancy, etc. (Freud, Breton, Dali, et al).