WINTER strikes me as one of the key masterpieces of late-60s French cinema. It is about cinema, art, the compulsion to create w/ material of the given world, and the difficulty of human relationships (especially between the sexes). Truly self-reflexive, it engages w/ itself as a film about various different kinds of filmmaking approaches. Extremely layered, it ends up interrogating the suppositions of our own gaze.
Beautiful film, the second in a series about the seasons, anticipating in many years Rhomer's tales, in a totally different direction. Portrait of a woman - indeed, like the previous one, "L'éte" - and of a city, Bruges, being, above all, a film about a modus operandi of the very act of filming and editing images and sounds, constituting a reflective act at the very moment of its enjoyment.