Unclassified blasé nymph raises the bar of temptation for Rousseauesque antique dealer, who is thoroughly absorbed in the amour-de-soi. As a test on free will the act of controlled resistance is worthy but also self-defeating, pretty much along the lines of other Rohmer heroes/heroines. Unique in its capacity to instill to natural settings a theological imagery, this is a film of sheer artistic brilliance and wit.
Bon film, bien que malaisant par moments. On aime particulièrement la possibilité d'analyser l'histoire selon deux paradigmes opposés : celui du narrateur qui explique comment Haydée a usé de stratégie depuis le début pour coucher avec Adrien (le narrateur), puis celui selon lequel Adrien est un homme narcissique et imbu de lui-même, comprenant Haydée seulement selon ses propres fantasmes stupides.
Engaging. Beautiful. Triumphant. Seemed more like a piece of writing than anything else. All characters were pivotal - they turned others and were what the plot turned upon. Adrien was beautifully acted whose story was beyond all ease of sympathy. Perfect amount of humor, frustration, and tempered satisfaction. Thanks Christian. I’ve got the other Tales on my list for the break.
Incredibly complex film with many layers. On the most part it focuses on our own nature and substance: desire, romance, the urge to control and judge others... This is intelligent and observant cinema. I have to say, however, the relationships felt artificial, vain and unnatural (at least from my perspective) - perhaps this was intended or maybe this is how the privileged people spent their time in the 60s...
Undoubtedly intelligent - the opening preludes announce boldly the thematic material of gender relations, objectification and relating, and throughout the film we enjoy both the funny and disturbing counterpoint between Adrien's commentary and the unfolding action. Yet as much as it works at a cerebral level, dramatically it feels contrived and its reputation for greatness is lost on me.
People of leisure pontificate about desire with obfuscation and contradiction. A kind of cat and mouse game of affection. Lazy and very chatty. These wasters get everything they deserve. A movie to take screen grabs of for Tumblr, not for enjoying very much, but the ending redeems it somewhat.
It's fun to observe these little men overthink everything they see, and ultimately getting it all ridiculously wrong; fun to hear all those snobby French monologues collapse under the weight of their own autoindulgence. I loved the drowsy Mediterranean atmosphere: too bad the cinematography was so amateurish. It often gets as annoying as the characters it satirizes, but in the end I appreciated its subtle sarcasm.
A girl with neither future nor past- or rather neither future nor past in the eyes of the men revolving around her during her (not just their!) holiday. A mere collectionneuse, neither with their clear sense of direction nor with their introspective and sophisticated mind. But who is she? They will never find out!
extra star just for that one iconique scene when the reddit bro wouldn't shut up about how dumb and ugly haydee is -- meanwhile she's lounging around spacing out smoking a cigarette not giving any phucks! and then rightly condemns him and his contemporaries as fake-deep dilettantes!