Sometimes when you're desperately in love you can't help but feel like you're on the outside of it all, never truly living in your experience, which — tragically — makes you less lovable to the people you obsess over!
Again and again Rohmer sheds light on the ambiguous nature of romantic relationships, each time with renewed creativity. The arguments and emotional dynamic between François and Anne is recognizable to many, and in a subtle way Rohmer makes you chuckle at the ridiculousness of it all. Then there's Lucie and her adventurous spontaneity, which really adds an extra dimension to this film. It's deep but witty. Very nice!
The middle third sparkles with the playful spontaneity of the knowing innocent; the bookends show the unhappiness and loneliness arising from obsession and being unable simply to accept how another person is without constantly judging them. Answers, so to speak, on a postcard.
French claustrophobic cinema is better than most, but quite honestly being stuck in a small bedroom with the main leads for the closing 45 minutes as they try desperately to grow up is not my fav way to spend an afternoon. [Gallic shrug, as exits stage left ...] The pasty-faced guy should be looking for a tan and a hair stylist.