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.